30 October 2007
Where else would I be on Devil’s Night but at the Devil’s bridge?
Maybe only Detroit kids know about this little would-be juvenile delinquents’ holiday. Time to toss the rotten eggs, soap-scribble the neighbors’ windows, let the air out of tires, and festoon the trees with toilet paper! (And if any of that happens here in Venice tonight, I want the Carabinieri to know it was absolutely NOT me!)