We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Oh how we used to run amuk on Halloween. What great fun. Well, except that time the police officer whacked all our pockets with his nightstick and we all had those broken eggs oozing through our clothes. But that aside, what memories! I can still laugh at some of those memories.
My dad and his cousins pulled the tailgate from the truck their uncle had used to haul calves and put it on the sidewalk, waiting to see who would walk on it. A tailgate from a calve-hauling truck has lots of calf poop on it.
My grandmother, in her new fur coat, walked up, slipped and fell. My dad (and his cousins, in the many re-tellings of the story) say that my grandmother let loose a string of words they had never heard leave her mouth before - which puts me in mind of the tapestry of profanity from "A Christmas Story," only this tapestry floats over Lake Superior to this day, not Lake Michigan.
Ah, my ungapatchkeyed grandmother, whose lipstick we had to adjust as she lay in her coffin: http://diaryofagolddigger.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-which-my-friend-ilene-makes-sure-my.html
I went to your website, and read a couple of postings. Your high school reunion one said you had attended school in the Canal Zone.
When I was attending UT, I got into a conversation with a fellow student at a shuttle bus stop. She had gone to high school in the Canal Zone. I had just read Paul Theroux's Patagonian Express, about a rail trip though Latin America, and mentioned that he had spent some time in the Canal Zone. Turned out she had interviewed Paul Theroux for her high school paper in the Canal Zone. [ I didn't like the book, because he had a rather snotty attitude.]
Gringo, I also went to UT! I went to Rice for college and UT for grad school.
When I was in 9th grade, I was friends with Sally Dachi, whose father was in Panama with the US embassy. We were playing charades at her house and one of the books was "The Great Railway Bazaar." (For 9th graders? Really?) Her mom prompted Sally by saying, "The author was here for supper a few months ago."
When I read "Patagonia Express" for a Latin America history class in college, I was surprised to see Sally's dad mentioned in it. I was also surprised to see my high school (Balboa). Theroux made a speech to the students, but as I was at the junior high yet, I didn't see it.
I date back to Halloween door-to-door visits. I loved it and I've enjoyed what door-to-door we still have going on in our town. Being in Montana, sometimes the weather is a real problem.
Part of the drop-off in Halloween is the general drop-off in children. I have two, now grown. We have a good number of schoolkids in the neighborhood but not like when I was a child myself, it seems to me.