once again that time of year is upon us. my wife thinks that i was horribly deprived as a child because we were not allowed to go out trick-or-treating. it was not for religious reasons. my parents looked at it as begging and thus we did not go. but my dad always brought home huge bags of candy to give out to the kids who rang our doorbell. i was allowed to go to a Hallowe'en party at school once when i was in 4th or 5th grade. i mainly remember feeling stupid wearing a costume and being bored beyond description. part of this was due, i'm sure, to the strong contrarian streak us kids had picked up from my dad. if it's popular and everyone likes it, it must be stupid or meaningless, kind of like "reality" television.
my long-suffering wife, who has put up with my irascibility (she calls it being miserable) for some 20 years now cannot understand why i do not get all excited to get my children dressed up and take them around the neighborhood, ringing doorbells and asking for candy. when our sons were younger we would let them go, although our eldest who shares his dad's grouchy personality was never really into it.