Halloween























You know, my first memory of Halloween was walking around wearing a mask, a bag in hand and frantically looking for more doors to knock on. I remember my face being sweaty and hearing my breath and having a narrow field of vision. Can't tell you what the mask was or the candy or what anybody said or any of that. Just that labored breathing, narrow vision and sweaty face. Bag full of candy, inventoried, collated and put away. I remember the candy. Such are the ways of memories. I've not been much for this holiday, I've hardly ever celebrated it but I do have a number of vivid and lasting memories of these few days through the years. One other Halloween wearing white face paint, some dark face paint 
around the eyes and uncomfortable contacts. A party in a bar, another day that 
sort of is remembered through a tunnel. It's funny how much of your life is
directed through the desires and wishes of other people. Tunnel vision and the candy. Happy Birthday.