tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568334561722760329.post2648199983345447487..comments2024-03-04T04:08:39.755-08:00Comments on The Fies Files: When the Crypt Doors Creak and the Tombstones QuakeBrian Fieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16347700145666751363noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568334561722760329.post-13131252773628185302011-10-25T16:24:26.100-07:002011-10-25T16:24:26.100-07:00When the kids and I were living in Virginia, my ne...When the kids and I were living in Virginia, my next-door neighbor was *that* guy. He was very simple in decorating design, but absolutely magnificent in delivery.<br /><br />Our houses were directly across from the local elementary school, so the kids going to school there would see my neighbor Larry put a scarecrow on a lawn chair in front of their house about a week before Halloween night. So, the scarecrow would become yet another easily-forgettable feature of the Halloween scene in the neighborhood.<br /><br />Except, of course, on Halloween night. Larry would dress up as the scarecrow and sit in the lawn chair when the sun went down. Nothing like having one of the decorations come to life and say "HAPPY HALLOWEEN!" to the local trick-or-treaters as they knocked on the front door. <br /><br />As technology improved, Larry would rig up video cameras to record the reactions on his front lawn. He had quite a "Best Of" tape every November 1.Jim O'Kanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01806624628546492210noreply@blogger.com