Call me old-fashioned, old-school or just old, but can we take Halloween back?
As in back from parents who sign off on their kids’ cultural-slut-du-jour costumes and older teenagers sans costumes slouching in late for some free stuff.
And didn’t Guavaween used to put a premium on clever and irreverent, as well as outrageous? The last one I saw had turned trite and trampy. Every other costumed reveler was a flasher or a French maid. And then there were those who came dressed as perimeter-cruising street punks.
Halloween night is about young kids indulging in fun, young-kid fantasies. And, frankly, those are the ones who got the good stuff at our house. That’s right; not everybody gets the Snickers.