just when you thought it was safe....from the depths of inanity comes the grinches of Halloween...who's afraid of a demonic scarecrow? apparently some of these folks, these folks and then we have these folks..who were probably nothing short of paranoid misogynists...
of course folks can object to gussied-up critters showing up on their doorsteps with kayro syrup blood oozing from each and every orifice - it's their right....but aren't demonic scarecrows what make America great?
but seriously, i can dig why folks might be concerned with the effect that today's desensitizing to death, violence, and sex may adversely affect their youngun's...wrap all of that up in the wholesome goodness of sugary treats, and you've got a full-blown psycho-trauma on your hands... or maybe not...i don't know...to each his/her own...all i know for sure is that ghosts, demons, and witches are not real...and as such, they can't do anymore harm to you than you allow your mind to....
so, gone and get your trick on...or your treat....
Trick or Treat
Drék Davis
Considering the quantity of sugar I've ingested over the years, it's a wonder I have any teeth and no diabetes. There was one Halloween in particular I remember quite vividly. Around 8 or 9 I'd say, freshly undressed as some comic book hero, I lorded over my glorious stash of confectionery goodies - for this wise child had enough candy to fill a pillowcase halfway. As I basked in the glow of "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown," I never could conceive growing old would knock me from my perch.
In subsequent years, Halloween became the occasion to write a report on for Mrs. Shepherd's sixth-grade social studies class, as well as the requisite duties of hauling the younger ones around to cop their All Hallows treats.
Even though I don't get to dress up and beg anymore, Oct. 31 is still cause to celebrate, for it marks the birth of the matriarch of my clan. While my grandmother is a good sport about all of the "surprise" birthday fuss, I sense she's growing weary of the whole shindig.
She's often heard remarking how times are so bad, kids can't actually enjoy the holiday. With all of the contemporary safety issues and whatnot, one has to be safe. We're living in a post-Wayne Williams/Jeffrey Dahmer world. So nowadays kids trick-or-treat at school, and sport body armor and a tracking device if they venture out after dusk. Somehow, that just doesn't seem right.
Oddly enough, there'll be more people wearing masks and begging a few days after all the candy has been X-rayed and the last bit of pumpkin pie has been noshed. That's right, I'm talking about Election Day.
But the power is in your hands this time around. You can get what you want without having to dress up, beg, or drag your siblings along with you. Just choose. Sure, it won't fight cavities, but it may prevent a tummy ache. Trick, or treat indeed.
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