Halloween will be here soon. When the neighborhood kids come to the door on Halloween night, dressed as Batman or Spiderman or any number of costumes, I want to yell out “get off my lawn” or “go bug someone else,” but my wife shushes me and tells me to stop teasing. She usually sends me inside to take care of the dog!
Oh, I love Halloween, but by the time the little monsters and superheroes come to our house, I’m usually “Halloweened out” and have a sour stomach from stealing too many pieces of candy out of the candy bowl. Serves me right!
Anyway, here’s a few thoughts on the thrill night:
Favorite memory. My favorite Halloween memory has nothing to do with my own childhood, but everything to do with my kids. My favorite memory was taking the kids out each year. I loved it. One year, we walked over two miles, stopping to trick-or-treat at all the houses with lights on in our path. Yes, the kids pulled in a whopping pile of sugar-filled candy, so much so that we gave extras to whoever would take it (church, work, etc.) but Dad didn’t do too bad either.
Least favorite part of Halloween. Giving out the candy. My caring and patient wife is much better at it than me.
Tax and spend: The old saying goes that “nothing is certain, but death and taxes.” When the kids came home from Halloween night, they would sort through their candy from favorite to least favorite. Of course, I had to check their candy, making sure it was safe. If they got anything questionable, it went straight into the trash. If they had extras, which they always did, I would pull out a Snickers or Reese’s Cups or two. Hey, there’s a tax for everything, even a Daddy Tax! In the moment, the kids usually didn’t mind too much. Heck, they were loaded up on sugar and they usually didn’t mind giving me all the candy they didn’t like. I have to say I really wish the U.S. Tax Code worked the same way.
Favorite costume: When I was a young kid, I wore one of my mom’s old wigs and a jet-black dress-up beard and went dressed up to a kid’s community party as a crazy pirate. I wasn’t even supposed to go to the party. My mom and I came up with the costume on a whim and I came close to winning the prize for the best costume.
Favorite candy. My choice of favorite candy changes year-to-year, but Reese’s Cups always rates high.
Favorite horror movie or ghost story: None. Keep me away from those damned Flying Monkey’s from The Wizard of Oz. They scared the bejesus out of me as a kid. However, if pressed to pick one, I would point to Ichabod Crane and the Headless Horseman in Washington Irving’s short story “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” but that’s only when pressed! Damn horror movies!