It’s almost here: Halloween.
No bait-and-switch angst today, just a fun idea. A throwback, if you like.
(“Can’t we have a little of the angst?” “No. Shh! I’ve been a stick in the mud in previous years; I’m done with all that.”)
We’re all-ages here at Cedarcrest, young and old, with many an All Hallow’s Eve tale to tell.
Once upon a time, some of you called it “Beggar’s Night.”
For those celebrating, I’ve heard all kinds of stories about you little gremlins and your so-called harmless pranking. One of you titled yourselves “The Goblins of the Season.” Moving furniture off of porches, throwing rotten tomatoes or fruit, eggs and toilet paper. Little hellions all! Parents ignored this as long as it was kept to certain level; there were lines you knew not to cross.
The best part sounded like keeping your secrets each year, with each other or from each other.
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