Smell My Feet

It's that time of year again. How can you not love a holiday that involves getting dressed up and eating chocolate? She was telling us about her dad who passed away several years ago, and how much he loved Halloween. When she was little, he took her trick or treating. And once she was all grown up, he did the trick or treating himself. He and two of his buddies would get in costume and walk their neighborhood every Halloween night with their glasses in hand, hoping that the neighbors would pour an adult beverage in there. Now this was a man who knew how to have fun.

I wonder what the guys might have said? Something like, "Trick or treat, don't be a fink, give me something good to drink," or "Trick or treat, have no fear, all I want is a cold beer..."

Happy Halloween!

Susan