Lech – living out in the sticks, how’d you go trick or treating?”
Yes, every year. We had a long driveway that T’d with a dirt road that was a couple of miles long. There were 6 houses on that dirt road. Every year my sisters and I would go to all of them. My costume ever year was “a bum.” I put on ratty old torn clothing and rubbed some charcoal from the fireplace on my chin to make a beard and borrowed an old hat from my dad and carried around a wine bottle full of water.
The houses were:
1. The Crippins. Their house blew up a few years later. Long story.
2. The Averys. Their dad was a gun nut and had a lot of guns n ammo and soldier of fortune mags in the house.
3. The old people across from the Averys. To this day I’m not sure who those people were. Every year they gave me some candy at halloween. That’s the only contact I ever had with them.
4. Some more old people another quarter mile or so down the road on the left. Same story as #3.
5. The Beans. Dad was president of some local bank. They had horses. Their kids went to school with me.
6. Some weird old guy who lived in a shack with no running water or electricity or anything. We learned not to knock on his door.
JB, my older bro looked out for me – guess the big age gap helps vs. if we were close in age, the competitiveness would’ve ended up in some fist fights
hey cgar,
did you ever post a pic of cdog?
I finally got one of legiondog,
but he’s not sure if he wants
me to post it, since he hasn’t
met of the brownstoners in person.
…he’s snooty like that.
JB, you should put on catwoman body suit
role reversal day: I’m going to post flyers for TP candidates .
Lech – awesome story. Glad I asked. I guess you didn’t get too much candy though 🙁
“Cobble are you joining?”
Nope, not today, but possibly in the next few weeks.
anyone ever fall victim to poisoned candy when they were trick or treating growing up?
*rob*
“By jessibaby on October 29, 2010 10:49 AM
Lech – living out in the sticks, how’d you go trick or treating?”
Yes, every year. We had a long driveway that T’d with a dirt road that was a couple of miles long. There were 6 houses on that dirt road. Every year my sisters and I would go to all of them. My costume ever year was “a bum.” I put on ratty old torn clothing and rubbed some charcoal from the fireplace on my chin to make a beard and borrowed an old hat from my dad and carried around a wine bottle full of water.
The houses were:
1. The Crippins. Their house blew up a few years later. Long story.
2. The Averys. Their dad was a gun nut and had a lot of guns n ammo and soldier of fortune mags in the house.
3. The old people across from the Averys. To this day I’m not sure who those people were. Every year they gave me some candy at halloween. That’s the only contact I ever had with them.
4. Some more old people another quarter mile or so down the road on the left. Same story as #3.
5. The Beans. Dad was president of some local bank. They had horses. Their kids went to school with me.
6. Some weird old guy who lived in a shack with no running water or electricity or anything. We learned not to knock on his door.
JB, my older bro looked out for me – guess the big age gap helps vs. if we were close in age, the competitiveness would’ve ended up in some fist fights
Rage? I was laughing to myself when I posted that.
hey cgar,
did you ever post a pic of cdog?
I finally got one of legiondog,
but he’s not sure if he wants
me to post it, since he hasn’t
met of the brownstoners in person.
…he’s snooty like that.