Desperadoes no longer, they settled into family life, but at night they would dream of being on the run with a gun in one hand and a sack of money in the other.

The circus remained at the edge of our consciousness the whole year and yet its arrival as the first leaves began to fall always seemed to sneak up on us.

"They threw the bums out and replaced them with idiots," lamented Jones reading the morning paper.

The Rev. Bigalow, tired of his flock's ambivalence, began using PowerPoint in conjunction with his sermons, hoping to spice things up with pie-graphs and charts.

Pay day was just the name of a candy bar to Ralph.

Cold coffee and runny eggs aside, the waitress with legs for days and a smile to match kept Hank coming back.

Sid was seen that post-Halloween morning on a walk of shame, Gumby head in hands and the smell of beer, stale cigarettes and cheap perfume clinging to his costume.