Not that I mind Halloween, but when there are grown people at stores waiting on you with dog noses on...I don't know what to do. Acknowledge it, avoid eye contact, snicker, what?

Halloween fashion has gotten so bloody and life-like these days, the more rotting corpse-like, the better.

In the old days Trick or Treat was at night in the dark. We either wore improvisational sheets or a mask, because we were bundled up in winter coats and those (ewww) scarves we had to wear in the sixties before hats were in. All the girls looked like they just got off the boat from the old country.

"If it's good enough for your grandma to wear....."

The Richard Nixon mask era, that was a good time.
We were all so pumped he was caught with his hands in the cookie jar. We put so much energy into hating that guy.

Then I saw him cry on television when he resigned, and I realized he was somebody's dad.

Neil Young sang: "even Richard Nixon has got soul."

My friend Gail said after Nixon, she can never hate another president again. It was too painful.