This is interesting. It's Autumn and Hallowe'en is a few days away. Up here in the Northeast it's a time of swirling leaves, frosty nights with a bright Autumn moon, and wood smoke.
It's the perfect time to mock and challenge a world we can't see, the one with malevolent spirits, ghouls and ghosts - and then to run back home to a warm well-lit kitchen. They can't get you there.
I hope your memories of this occasion are as good as mine...even if there was the occasional napkin pouch filled with raisins, unshelled peanuts or candy corn.
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I never liked the candy corn either.
We lived in a cookie neighborhood. Some much better than others.
I've always loved Halloween. I've trick-or-treated in apartments, neighborhoods ... it's been all good. Best haul was always a load of Snickers and Peanut M&M's.
These days, we have some great trick-or-treating neighborhoods. Pretty much every one is home and ready. It's a great time. Kids want me to wear a gorilla costume and scare kids when they come to the door.
I have agreed, provided that I can get one of them to have releases signed at the bottom of the driveway.
DC, get those things notarized... another Halloween tradition!
Candy corn. Lewis Black has said that all the candy corn in the world was made in 1911, and they just recycle it.
Yeah, cookies. But they always crumbled in our shopping bags.
DC, how can you frighten the little ballerina or fairy?
People who give away cookies are odious and to be scorned.
Rhod ... it's all for their own good.
For us, cookies were a score. Further down the list of favorites were the penny flingers... the sweet little oldsters who'd drop a coin into the bag. Then there were the folks who'd invite us in for a hot chocolate while they'd coo over our hobo costumes. What a waste of prime candy-collecting minutes. The worst were the folks who handed out last Christmas' stale ribbon candy.
M&Ms were something dispersed over on the West Side of town where white-gloved servants would toss them to the assembled rabble gathered outside the hedges.
I forgot one Halloween horror. The big inedible orange foam peanuts. (shudder)
Glad you reminded me. I should be able to pick up some treats for the event. Snickers, usually, though I might add some M&Ms in there. I prefer peanut, is there a consensus on M&Ms?
For good or ill, I don't need a suit. I try to move slow and kneel a bit. Otherwise some always cry. Some do anyway. And that's the parents.
Such fine juvenile banditry memories you bring up. Of course, my last years trick or treating I was constantly asked if I was too old for this. I stared down onto their upturned heads and just said no. The trick or treaters are bandits, you know. Bah, it's worth it to see the little balls of fur, or feathers, or boxes, or whatever. And, you know the parents get to deal with the sugar rushes too. *evil grins*
..and don't give me fruit either. Chocolate dammit! Chocolate!
Doom, I also remember the "Aren't you a little too old to be trick or treating?" question. Of course, I was 38 and wearing a Casper the Friendly ghost costume.
The last time I wore that thing was this past March when I finally ran out of clean clothes and had to do some laundry. Such is the life of a bachelor.
Rhod. Another thing Scotland gave the world.
Chocolate? Did you live in Beverly Hills?
...and if I got those foam peanuts...the offending giver would later that evening get a cherry bomb on the front porch...I was born with a pocket full of firecrackers!
Love me some Candy Corn sugar buzz... And Smarties. Love Smarties. Those are 'Halloween only' kinds of candy, makes them special.
And I'm with DC and Doom on the M&M's but I'll take mine plain, thank you.
Gotta love America, thank
God we still have freedom of choice in our candy!
For now, Sol. For now.
Trick or Treat was catching on quite well in England until our government decided to designate all adults as perverts unless proven otherwise. Younglings may now only call ( under escort ) at doors with Criminal Records Bureux and Independent Safegurding Authority Certificates nailed to the door.
It's a bit like Megans Law, in reverse.
If you squished an orange foam peanut onto a car windshield, and lit it, you could blow the windshield out.
The point is, Larry, you didn't need cherry bombs.
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