"Trick or Treat." Tonight on Halloween, the Eve of All Saints, children will dress up, not to look like saints, but to look like witches, goblins, fairies, and devils. Here in our neighborhood I'm looking forward to a goodly complement of Super Marios, Bart Simpsons, Pokemons, Darth Vaders, Barbies, princesses, soldiers, Tim Tebows, Obamas, and because we're in Laramie, Wyoming, surely a cowboy/cowgirl or two.
When I was their age (I know, I know. "You were never my age.") I always wanted to be a hobo. Why? Well, first of all, it was easy. It was during The War and like most of our neighbors, we didn't have much. Being a hobo was easy. I would just go down to the basement and grab a hunk of coal out of the coal bin. After blackening my face I'd get an old pair of overalls or dungarees - torn was best - and have Mother give me a swatch or two of cloth from the rag bag. I'd pin one on my knee and another on my seat and I was ready to go - almost. I had to get a stick from the woods behind the house and tie my red bandana to it, stuffed with old newspaper. One of Dad's old hats - crushed - would complete my authentic costume.
The other reason I liked being a hobo was the romance of it all. I could imagine hopping a boxcar and going wherever the train took me...no homework, no worries, no chores...just the fun of meeting other hobos along the way. Come to think of it, I still like that idea. Maybe tonight...
What did you like to be for Halloween? And why? Please comment below.