Happy Halloween. I saw so many cute costumes on my way home, it almost made me wistful to live in town where I could actually get kids asking for candy shouting "Tick or treat!" Mine used to do that, and growing up in the small town in Florida we did too. My older brother used to dress up as Dracula with a big dark cape our mother made for him and his face done in white with red in all the right places and his hair slicked back with God knows what. He liked to ride around on his ten-speed and occasionally climb up on the car hood of some poor, unsuspecting mom who was watching her kids at the door of a house and not through her windshield. I heard one scream all the way down the block. I looked for her husband to take revenge on my brother for pulling that, but he never did. We knew everybody so he knew who he could scare like that. I was the Hunch Back one year - shredded pant legs and an oversized shirt with a pillow belted into the back. I had black eyeliner streaked on my arms and legs and face and my hair done up crazy. I don't think I scared anyone, but I had a lot of fun. A shame I had to grow up and out of that.
Still, as much as I miss the ghosts and goblins of Halloween that we very seldom get (three or four in thirteen years) I guess I'll stick with living out in the sticks in the peace and quiet. Everyone goes to town to trick-or-treat.
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