Boo!
Mark Evanier says Halloween is not a big deal for him, and never was. Interesting. When I was a kid, Halloween was anticipated almost as much as Christmas. The costumes, the trick-or-treating, and even the candy itself. And let me tell you, every single item we got (after a cursory check for razor blades and other non-existent bogedymen) was eventually consumed. Sure, it might TAKE until Christmas, but it all got eaten (and I can still claim to have never had a single cavity.) Even the little boxes of raisins. And the fun lasted nearly to our teens (by about grade 8, some of the kids in school had caught on to the idea of being driven to a wealthy part of town, where legend held that FULL-SIZE chocolate bars were handed out. The only time I ever took in a haul like that was the year I happened to be carrying the right kind of bag, and was spotted by the local radio station's "pumpkin car."
Candy corn is another story. Until three days ago, when a co-worker filled his candy dish with it, I had never even TASTED the stuff. The only reason I knew it existed was that "penny candy man" sketch on Sesame Street.
My Price is Right mug finally came. Now it'll just be a sad reminder of the friend we lost two days ago.
