I’m not a saint. I don’t have a soul. I’m not dead—yet. [Lightning flashes]
Halloween is a pagan tradition that originated from the Celts 2,000 years ago. November 1st was considered the end of the harvest season and the beginning of the winter chill and darkness, the time of the year that was most associated with death and destruction. This was the time when the dead and living meet. BOO! Buah ha ha ha ha…
As a Filipino, I have a certain sense of discomfort celebrating this pagan tradition, even in a more commercialized fashion. One way to hide the shame is to dress up in a costume. This year, I decided to try a character that I thought I was most familiar and comfortable with. Har har har…
Every other Filipino male dreams of meeting a blonde girl, so why not be one instead, right? Well, alright, my wife is never this feminine.


The geese are flying south. The leaves are turning yellow, orange, and red. The cold wind is picking up. The rain is starting to pour. And my arthritis is acting up. Fall is here. So off we go to the pumpkin patches to pick just the right pumpkin for our family. Pumpkin hunting is one of our favorite family traditions. The farms offer all kinds of family activities, entertainment, educational opportunities, and fresh FOOD at fair prices! So unless you don’t have any means of transportation, I’m not sure why anyone would choose to buy pumpkins at a grocery store.

