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It’s coming!
I have three sex and Halloween I-Was-There stories to relate. They stay vivid in my mind, I guess, because those memories are tinted with a hint of sex.
1) My Mother Gets Mooned in her own house on Halloween. It happened in my parents’ old homestead house and I was just a little kid. It was the fourth or fifth visit by trick-or-treaters. My mother had the plastic pumpkin bowl in her hand and opened the door. This big matron-like woman burst past her with about eight kids older than I. She was dressed like a gypsy with long skirts, beads, and with the Long Ranger kind of mask.
Gypsy-woman starts tearing around the living room, dining room, kitchen //shotgun architecture// And my mother is screaming. Everybody’s screaming, me too. Gypsy-woman grabs the bowl of candy and dumps it all into a sack one of the kids holds for her. My mother’s yelling, help, police, help!
Then the gypsy-woman blows a whistle that was strung around her neck and all eight kids scrammed out the door. She then turns toward my hysterical mother, spins around again, lifts her skirts and moons Mom with a bare ass. Immediately my mother is silent. Who was that masked woman, I should have asked.
Next day we found out; she was one of Falconi’s daughters; Falconi was the biggest big-bucks guy in Washington county and the gypsy woman was someone my Mom sewed dresses for. My Mom and the Gpysy-woman laughed about that Halloween for years.
2) They Came To My house in Highland Park for the first year we were there. Joan and I handed out candy, then dimes and quarters. For a good while, there was no more trick-or-treaters. Joan called it a night. After she went upstairs, the chimes rang. I opened the door to a swanky well-dress dame. No mask. I was wondering why she wasn’t wearing any costume. I gave her four quarters anyway. Joan came down and I told her about our last visitor. I had heard about travesties and I got to learn about cross-dressers. Halloween for them all year round?
3) Back At My Parents’ house, I found out years later that each year after we kids left to go trick-or-treat, my Dad would place a wad of toilet paper between the front door’s doorbell’s clapper and round bell surface that makes the electric bell ring. Then they went to bed after he locked the bedroom door. Now more aware, I counted up nine months from Halloween. Amen.
It Wasn’t That Long ago when it was safe to venture out alone to trick-or-treat. Nowadays, Halloween night has to be held in a complex’s rec building, supervised. Or a church hall. A school auditorium. A police station house.
I came across an interesting location for Halloween this year — at the Bronx Zoo. Boo at the Zoo is a New York City Halloween tradition. Magic Shows… storytelling… music… costume parades… pumpkin painting… face painting… treats and giveaways. Can you set up something like this for your local community? //only costumed human zoo animals allowed, of course. Much better to require a dress code of homemade costumes from stuff found at home. Then guys short on costume money can come and feel okay about this Halloween scene//.
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