I feel terrible telling you this.
One year my mother made me a Batman costume for Halloween. Long underwear. Ears. Cape. Black mask. Man!
I wore it with great pride. He was my hero. Detective Comics my favorite read.
Halloween-wise it's been downhill ever since then. 70 years ago. I was 10.
Well, stealing candy from my kids wasn't bad. In fact, that was rather good. I don't remember much since then. In fact, I can't remember anything Halloweenish since.
It was about that time that I began to appreciate Ebeneezer Scrooge as a Christmas hero.
There's a Halloween party for neighbors in our senior community. Supposed to wear a mask or something. They will have extras if you don't have one. I'm staying home and watching a movie. The English Patient. I've seen it before, but it does beat Halloween parties for seniors. At least I would guess it does.
If we had kids I would steal some tiny Mr. Goodbars or Snickers from them. But all 5 are long gone and out protecting their own broods from the terrors of this new age. Halloween has changed a lot. I think.
Bah! Humbug!