For three Octobers now, I’ve used this space to recall my lifelong love of and wonder regarding my favorite holiday.
I’ll leave the last post for this year to this happy looking group of trick-or-treaters.
Be safe, have fun.
A lot of us remember those orange boxes.
When I was a kid, I trick-or-treated at least a couple of times for UNICEF, the United Nations Children’s Fund.
Begun in 1950, the practice of collecting spare change while you’re making your Halloween rounds – often in place of collecting candy, adding a further altruistic element to the event – has helped children around the world.
More than $188 million has been raised by trick-or-treaters to help provide food or clean water around the world. Donations also helped victims of Hurricane Katrina in the US.
Check out trickortreatforunicef.org.
This never happened to me, although it would have been fine if it had.
In 1987 – which post-dated my trick-or-treating prime by a couple of decades, or at least a decade and a half – Marvel pitched bagged mini-comics as “the safe Halloween treat.”
This wasn’t at a particular high point for stories about apples with razor blades or poisoned candy, but here’s an in-store sales pitch for the practice.
Did you ever get bagged comic books – or “mini comics,” whatever those were – when you were trick-or-treating?
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