I was looking through my pictures for something I’m working on and found some of my boys as devils. I must have been type casting. I bought all the costumes when the Ewok one I was sewing didn’t work out. Artsy crafty creative I am not. I mailed out for green dragon and Humpty Dumpty. The local newspaper published a picture of the latter stuffed with blown up zippered plastic bags. (It took a lot to blow them all up). Other years there were kitty cats, giraffes, zebras, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and Winnie Pooh. I’m glad I have those Kodak moments before the world went digital.
I love Halloween with its carved pumpkins and outside decorations. I especially enjoy seeing the kids who appear at my door in all kinds of costumes. When my menfolk answer the door they prefer the lassies in skimpy costumes, some even wearing sexy thigh highs. I smile and wonder how these young girls don’t get pneumonia. It is a neat, fun-filled time where trick-or-treaters are rewarded for being good. The buckets and pillowcases of goodies that vagabonds collect or do not collect door to door tell the story.