I’ve never understood Halloween. Not really.
I know what it’s like to put on a costume … but the fuss about being someone/something else has always seemed like a canard to me (HA. Humor, coming at you). So, I do my best to not participate in that thing called All Hallows’ Eve.
These days, I make sure the kids are here to answer the door … they like that. And that’s a very good thing. Me, I’m upstairs with a glass of something tasty, avoiding the ever dwindling madding crown in our aging neighborhood.
