By Fred Moreno
Everyone has a “least favorite list.” Mine includes the Yankees, Barney Frank, lentils, Bill Maher, kids who say, “I’m seven going on eight” and did I mention the Yankees? But number one on that list has to be Halloween. Here’s why:
Once upon a time in a not-too-distant land, there were massive battles between my mom and I come the end of October, battles I very rarely won. My mom insisted that I join “everyone else” and get involved with the trick-or-treating nonsense.
“I don’t want to wear a costume!” I would wail. But to make my mom happy, I’d grab a sheet from the hamper and make my rounds as the “Dirty Casper.” Because I was seven, I was allowed to go around the corner by myself. I took advantage of it by making a left while my fellow ghouls made a right. I went to our local candy store, bought 50 Tootsie Rolls, returned home and said it was the most fun I’ve ever had. [Read more...]