I’m a bit late writing about this, but anyway I’ve been kinda late doing a lot of things lately. So anyway I was home alone on Halloween evening when the door knocker struck. I wondered how the hell a trick or treater could possibly reach the door knocker? Well it was of course a parent; I’m still amazed by this. When I was a kid there were no parents out trick or treating. Hell the streets in Kalamazoo were full of neighborhood kids and we all had a blast trying to out do each other in candy collected, as well as costumes and NO one had a store bought costume absolutely NO one …The less creative kids wore sheets as ghosts, or black face and ripped jeans, I’m not exactly sure what they were supposed to be bums probably. To day these are the homeless and NO one would dress up as a homeless person. I of course being the creative one that I am would spend weeks figuring out what I was going to be and changing my mind over and over…I remember one Halloween in particular. I was probably 7 or so I decided to be a pack of cigarettes. I got this big box and cut holes in it for my head and arms to fit through and painted it red and white with a big L&M on the front. I was L&M’s Live Modern was there slogan. I loved the look of those cigarette packages and a 7 year old could paint L&M on a red & white box pretty easily. I made a Hat out of the pieces I cut from the arm holes; I had a blond wig I got somewhere. I have no idea today why the wig, but I was sure the whole look was terrific. Never giving a thought to how uncomfortable a cardboard box was going to be walking down the street. My neck was rubbed raw by the end of the night and my arms ached from being held out straight as the box was wider than I was. I don’t remember what my pal Ernie was that year, but remember that terrific costume….
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