The Death of Halloween
As I write these words my calendar tells me it’s October 31 - Halloween - but I suspect it’s lying. The homes and porches in our area were so dark tonight I almost called CPS to report an outage. More yards were decorated with Bush and Kerry signs than Jack O’Lanterns, by far. And there weren’t enough trick or treaters on the streets to fill a mini-van.
Halloween used to mean something. It was a night for make-believe. A night to be with friends. But most of all it was a night for our kids to have fun. Now, it’s just a big nothing.
Have we lost our sense of fun around here? Have we adults forgotten how much fun we had on Halloween when we were kids? Or is it just too much trouble to carve a pumpkin, wear some plastic fangs and hand out Milk Duds?
Whatever the reason one thing is for certain. This year Halloween wasn’t scary. It was pathetic.
Posted on Monday, November 01, 2004 at 06:12 AM
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