To put you in the mood for Halloween this year, here’s a picture of me and my sister celebrating the holiday in 1978. She was dressed in a flattering Pink Panther disguise, while I chose to romp around the neighborhood at the age of 13 months as Casper the Friendly Ghost. From the looks of my mom’s arms holding onto me, I’m guessing I did more falling than walking that year.
We lived on a dead end in a bad neighborhood, so our house never got many Halloween visitors. Mostly, people just drove down our street by accident and turned around in our driveway throughout the years. Kathleen took me out trick or treating several times before she was too old to enjoy it, at which time I went with my friends instead.
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