Halloween can sometimes be tricky. That’s a horrible and non punny introduction. However, today I was researching treats people may hand out on this sacred day recognizing ghosts, goblins, murderers, the devil, dash in a sprinkle of a child dressed as a nice hobo or perhaps a pirate who kindly pillages and plunders, a broom flying witch (no, I am not referring to my former principal) and a guy dressing up as Steve. He is my Irish brother.
Sleepy Hallow was about a legend known as “The Headless Horseman”. My brother, Steve, is about a legend known as Steve. Legend has it, and I confirmed it earlier this morning, he did something absolutely deplorable and despicable one Halloween evening while living alone in his house 30 some odd years ago.
This is not for the faint of heart, so look away or run away if you are a bit squeamish. My brother, Steve, is a bit of a health nut. He enjoys an occasional beer, but candy really isn’t his cup of cavity. Therefore, while living in his humble rock house, he thought giving out raw potatoes providing nutrients to children would be far more important than providing candy corn and apples riddled with razor blades. That part is true. This next legendary part I’m hoping is true. One of those raw potatoes went flying and crashing through one of his windows that Halloween night, thus costing him more than a bag of Barber Shop Bubble Gum. Who knows? The culprit could possibly have been one of his younger brothers.
Tonight, I am dressing up as Steve. That will scare the Halloween out of everyone. They won’t be getting potatoes, but, much like Steve, they will receive a laugh, a smile, and sadly, a few cavities.
Have a safe evening and enjoy the fun memories of Halloween. …….(unless you are a boyfriend who doesn’t enjoy watching his girlfriend dressing up as a prostitute).