It’s Samhain night and we have a drunken chicken on the grill (filled with Sam Adams Boston Larger) with an acorn squash.  We’ve got candy in case we get trick-or-treaters, but I’m not expecting them since we didn’t get any last year.  We’ll have a plate for the ancestors when we sit to eat.

Tonight this blog is dedicated to my Gods and my ancestors – familial and spiritual.