Trick or treat. Or possibly murder.
Before I forget, Happy Halloween. I’ll be happy when it’s over. We have about a bushel of candy ready to go, and I guarantee you it will be gone before the kids quit coming. Something about this Springfield neighborhood, the big porches and the wide sidewalks. A holiday like this, maybe it is a little too pedestrian friendly.
Still, the wife gets a kick out of it and the weather here is always mild enough to sit in a rocking chair in one’s shorts. I drink a little wine and ponder the Halloweens of my youth, when all the costumes were homemade. Not that it mattered. Usually nobody saw the costume anyway because you had to wear a parka and mittens to ply the streets of Somers, Mont., at that time of year.
Anyway, if you like that photo above, here are a few more from back in the day. They’re referred to as “creepy” and “disturbing,” but really, they capture the old-time essence of Halloween, before every kid could afford a store-bought costume based on a movie character or a video game. Scary? Kind of. But that’s what it’s all about, right?
Finally, some activity on LinkedIn
A trash bin in the palm of your hand
The Boy Who … Lied
The worst sort of stupid
creepy for sure but somewhat fascinating!
Thanks for the link, Dave. There is a refreshing lack of marketing in those old costumes. They make me realize how prosperous we are now, as well. In some cases, it looks like they didn’t have enough money even to afford a mask.