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Halloween and COVID Masks
The Sweetest and Safest Holiday
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I smell sex and candy. Well, candy anyway: Snickers, candy corn, Junior Mints, and Reese’s.
When I was a child, my Mama used to say, “For Elizabeth, every day is Halloween.”
And she was rather accurate in this assessment as her daughter always loved costuming and eventually grew 32 sweet teeth. Many with what the dentist calls caries.
Do I dare admit now that in the middle of, say, June, I would pull out whatever Halloween costume I wore the previous October and, undetected by family members, slip out the door carrying a Macy’s bag to “Trick or Treat” at my neighbors’ in the hopes of obtaining some M&M’s? One year I was a cowgirl. Another year I was a synthetic cloth skeleton.
To mix it up, I wore a pink satin kimono originally belonging to my mother, shortened with the aid of a red and turquoise belt.
(This would be extremely politically incorrect now: a Japanese garment with two golden dragons embroidered on the back and tied with intricate Native American beadwork employed as a Halloween costume. But, hey, I was only around six.)
I even went out once in my blue pajamas with a chic red bath towel tied around my neck: Superman.
