The "fun size" candies start coming home as early as mid-September.
I'm a sucker for a good deal, and it's appealing to load up on the cornucopian selection of kid-sized chocolate bars in the grocery store. Probably a signifier for an under-served childhood.
And without fail, the supply fails to meet the trick-or-treating demand. Somehow, we find ourselves in a darkened house with only three or four dejected-looking candies lurking at the bottom of orange plastic jack-o-lantern when the sun sets.
And with this annual candy ritual complete, we mark the halfway point of the football season. Followed rapidly by the slightly panicky realization that the Earth has nearly completed its annual circuit.
11/2/2016 03:02:16 pm
Amy: As you no doubt know, horned hats predate the Viking era--perhaps such head gear was a fashion statement for the funnelbeaker culture or maybe the pitted ware culture. Can't imagine a trendy, fashionista Viking being caught dead with horns in his/her helmet. Talk about your old man's "old hat"! (not that it isn't a good look, just a tad dated dear)
11/2/2016 06:41:57 pm
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