| Halloween has always been most most favorite holiday (although, I guess the word holiday stems from Holy Day, so is it really a holiday? what would be another word for it?).
Memories come in flashes. Scenes of one year blend with those of another. The feel of cold air on your face, the pull of a little extra weight against your fingers as another candybar is tossed into your bag.
1.) I'm in a Frankenstein mask, my breath is moistening the interior, my hearing is internal and exaggerated. My brother stands beside me in the world's best werewolf costume with real hair glued to his face. We ring a doorbell and toddler, Jefferey Feinberg, backs up and starts to cry at the sight of us.
2.) Kicking through the dried leaves on Beech Circle, out later than usual. If we made it to Beech Circle than we managed to pull off the full trifecta of Smithshire Estates, Lincoln Circle, and Beech Circle. That's a serious haul.
3.) Little cans of Lincoln Apple Juice left out for us at the door of our cross-the-street neighbors who were employees (or maybe owners) of Linocln.
4.) My brother sitting in a sheet and mask under a black light by our front door with our Haunted Horrors record playing in the background.
5.) My took-me-five-minutes-to-make-this-last-minute-panic invisble man costume falls apart almost immediately as the bathroom tissue that's wrapped around my face starts to dissolve.
6.) Wearing an impromptu costume of a pair of weird glasses and a hat at a too-old-for-this age while running up the street to Lee Wilkinson's house and finding out that his costume is a tennis player, meaning he's holding a tennis racket.
7.) Many years later, strolling through the surreal and hallucinatory neighborhood of farm houses and corn fields in Sunderland, MA. Jack O'Lanterns projecting their screaming faces backwards on the fronts of houses.
8.) Dressed as a clown, or something similar and playing with the Aloha Steamtrain at some of my most favorite shows ever for crowds of costumed weirdness.
9.) Last year, being red and see Drunk Stuntmen play at The Iron Horse for two shows. Many of our friends are there.
10.) This year? I don't know, zoinks.
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