Halloween

Not sure how to juxtapose Halloween with a terrorist attack.

Ethan's school is four blocks away from where it started, but he was heading toward home in the other direction at the time. I was on 91st Street buying Halloween supplies.

I think most people in the city probably checked their phones a few times during the evening, but for the most part we were busy with our own families and weren't going to let it ruin the night.

Ethan came home to check in, then went out with friends.

There was a party in the building lobby. We had some trick-or-treaters.

Bailey apparently snuck out of the apartment during one candy exchange at the door and proceeded to poop on the lobby floor in the middle of the party. No shame.

We have a great building, great neighbors, a great neighborhood and a great city.

Bad shit happens. It sucks. All you can do is get on with your life and be grateful. I am and I am.