WHEN HALLOWEEN MEANT GHOSTS, HOBOS AND MIDGETS!
Imagine letting your kids dress up in weird costumes and walk around the neighborhood, unsupervised and at night, collecting candy from complete strangers.
What could possibly go wrong?
You just had to be creative.
If you weren’t, your Mom would make it a “Good Ol’ Charlie Brown Halloween”, outfitting you in yet another dumb ghost costume, consisting of an ill-fitting white sheet with eye holes you couldn’t see out of.
The Halloween I was a ghost, the tattered sheet’s eyeholes were all over the place and a major safety hazard.
I took a nasty spill after misjudging a curb, which set me tumbling one way and my sack of candy the other.
A shark frenzy ensued, and I lost most of my candy to the other greedy Trick-or-Treaters.
It wasn’t that big deal, though. Steve and I just went around the block again.
It wasn’t like the adults could tell one kid in a ghost costume from another, and there were hundreds of them.
After the embarrassing ghost costume Halloween, I vowed to come up with a truly great costume the next year. And that was…
If you read my first book, you’ll remember the story about Norman’s annual Lion’s Club Carnival that was held where Main Street intersects with the railroad tracks.
It was awesome fun, but every year there was a horrible smell that worsened as the carnival went on. A teenager told me that the smell was caused by a hobo who’d been run over by a train.
So what, I ask you, could be better on Halloween than going as a smelly Hobo who was soon to be cut in half by a locomotive?...
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