A friend came in the Depot Friday with his 12-year-old daughter. I asked her if she was going Trick-or-Treating for Halloween and she informed me she was too old to dress up anymore. Imagine how silly I felt being 53 years old and having spent half the weekend working on my costume.
I can’t remember a Halloween that I haven’t done this. Every year when I lived in Milwaukee I set up a table on the sidewalk and gave out candy. And every year I was in full makeup. One year I was Shrek and I make a great ogre. One year I was Thing from The Fantastic Four, and that also went over well. Kids would tell me they came to my house every year just to see what I was going to be.
We had such a great neighborhood in Milwaukee for Trick-or-Treaters. It wasn’t a rich neighborhood by any means, but a very large middle-income neighborhood with houses close together. People would come from all over town to our neighborhood, which was great, and we got kids of all nationalities.
Trick-or-Treat was always scheduled for the Sunday prior to Halloween from 1-4 pm. I guess it was safer with all the traffic in the city. And every year Maggie and I had the same argument with her trying to buy healthy snacks to give out, and me buying thirty bags of fun-size Snickers, Milky Ways, and Almond Joys. I always won out.
Last year I was the Skipper from Gilligan’s Island. This year I wasn’t sure what I was going to be until a friend on Facebook gave me a great idea. She said I should go as Mario, the character from the video game. I thought, “Hmm, a short fat guy with a mustache. It’s a stretch but I think I can pull it off.”
And the cool thing is Mario’s hat is exactly the same shape as the Skipper’s yacht hat, so all I had to do was paint it red and add the white circle and red M to the front. I’m into recycling. I will be attending a costume party tonight (Oct 27) at Vintage 1889 Café.
Of course I also love the “trick” part of Trick-or-Treat. Maggie and I were watching horror movies one year and I went to the kitchen and got a mouthful of tomato juice. Moments later, back in the recliner, I pretended to be in pain and told her I had bitten my tongue. When she asked was it bad, I nodded and let a mouthful of tomato juice spill down my chin. She freaked out.
Gotta love Halloween, so get out there and have fun.