Is there anything cuter than a baby on Halloween?
As it turns out, Luna is always happy–always. That made a mid-stride hand-off from father to weatherman a whole lot easier.
When Stef was Luna’s age she was “Little Miss Cold Front.” OK–not a major costume stretch. Helaine cut a cold front out of paper and pinned it to her. She was a baby. She couldn’t complain (she has since developed that skill).
Halloween was great for me as a kid. Living at 65-43 Parsons Blvd, Apartment 5E, I just walked to the sixth floor and started knocking on doors. Six apartments per floor. Six floors in the building.
We were connected to 65-45 Parsons Blvd, so a ten second walk and you were set with another 36 apartments. Scores of kids would walk up and down the halls. The building was built for trick or treating.
As far back as fifty years ago–my earliest remembrances of Halloween, there were warnings about ‘altered’ candy being passed out. That is not a recent scare.
For some reason I didn’t want my mother to put make-up on my face. That meant no moustache for a cowboy or whatever I was that year. Of course now I wear make-up on a daily basis. Go figure!
I used to collect for UNICEF. I remember the little milk container with a slot. I felt really proud to be doing something good. It probably came to a few dollars per kid, but we were all collecting. Why don’t kids do that any more?
My best costume spot this afternoon was at Dunkin’ Donuts. One of the servers was wearing a wig and gold medals. It was actually pretty funny. I’m glad DD let him wear his costume and that he let me take his photo.