PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This column was first published on Oct. 31, 2017. I haven’t managed to improve on it in the years since — yet, anyway — so I present it once more for your perusal. I hope everyone had a wonderful, spooky Halloween and got enough candy to last a long time, even after the parent tax.
It’s Halloween!
Time for costumes, candy, scary stories, candy, all-night horror-movie marathons, candy, school parties, candy, grown-up parties, candy, pumpkins, and let’s not forget the candy!
Well, at least that’s the way it used to be. I grew up in the 1970s and 1980s, just down the road in Charleston. Like many people
in my generation, especially in small towns, Halloween was a mostly unsupervised event with the coordination of a military exercise.
You teamed up with your buddies, charted out the best routes based on intel from previous outings and early reconnaissance, set rendezvous times and planned for contingencies, including, in some cases, setting up additional costumes for the occasional second round.
After the plans were laid out, training commenced. Quick changes, scare tactics, target practice ... well, maybe not so much the last one, at least in my case.
I like eggs too much to waste them, and I’ve never quite gotten the hang of throwing a properly unraveled roll of toilet paper.
Younger readers may wonder what I’m talking about.
You see, that thing you say to get free candy used to carry consequences for the people handing out treats. If they stiffed you or shorted you on the “treat” side, you were obligated to “trick” them in return.
This could take many forms, from egging their house or festooning a tree in their yard with enough toilet paper to last a month to a simple ding-dong-dash.
You read that right. Trick-or-treat is basically a pint-sized protection racket. When organized crime does it, it’s illegal. When kids do it, it’s holiday fun.
It even follows some of the same rules. In some places, smaller kids must pay respect to the older kids, handing over a portion of their take in order to keep most of what they collected.
Things are different nowadays. The costumes are still there, the candy is — mostly — still there, but our childhood scheming has mostly gone the way of the dodo.