Nice outside, warm -- but noisy -- inside. Seems like the music is always too loud at Weeds. There've been rumblings before that maybe we should call it quits with this venue and today seems to have been the proverbial straw that pierced the Klatscher's eardrum. It's just no fun if you can't hear the person on the other side of the table from you. Maybe we'll be back for outdoor Klatsches at Weeds but that's it for indoor ones. Doug -- the Christmas Tree Man -- Hare dropped in for cuppa. His Christmas tree lot will be flogging recently deceased conifers from as far away as New Brunswick. If you're in the neighborhood of that church on the left as you go up that hill by where all the flags are, stop in and say Hi. Once again the KlatschMeister had his stereo camera at the ready, so here, again, is what we look like in 3D... I expect you'll be getting sick of all this 3D stuff but that will not dissuade me. On the way out El Klatscho spotted this holy picnic table and persuaded Lawrence to take a scary Halloween pic...