I have seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces.
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TRICK 'R TREAT
So it's Halloween is it? All Hallows' Even. 'Tis the season to be scary. This is the night when children and adults become ghosts, ghouls, witches, owls, crows, vultures, pumpkin men, black cats, spiders, goblins, zombies, mummies, skeletons, demons, devils, fairies, pirates, vampires, frankensteins, wizards, various movie stars and political figures. The child-monsters to collect bags of goodies of dubious benefit to their well being, often accompanied by adult-monsters who may go off later to masquerade parties where who knows what dubious liaisons are formed.
Although at home we wrapped up candy and oranges to give out, I never went trick 'r treating. My mother wouldn't let me. There was one exception when I went out as a gangster trying to scare people with a water pistol. No one was scared.
In this eastern Pennsylvania town Halloween is a big deal. And now that the Phillies have won, it's liable to be more rambunctious than ever.
But remember, the ugly little monster that shows up at your door this "een" may grow up to be a great scientist, or artist, or educator, or writer, someone who does kind things for the world. So treat 'em with treats.