Monday I “trunk-or-treated” for the first time in my life and I have to say it was an odd experience. About halfway through our walk down an impressive row of trunks it dawned on me: I will never see these people again. They’d come from all around, other towns even, to come give my kids candy, and they were more than happy to oblige.
This rant about “safe” trick-or-treating reminds me of what I find the most weirdest distortion of culture you can imagine. Why would anyone take their kids trick-or-treating out of people’s car trunks in a parking lot? Man, we have no culture of value. None.
Event was sponsored by some church. ‘Nuff said.