A Partial History Of Trick Or Treating, Mutual Need, Compulsory Kindness, And The Immortal Full-Size Candy Bar House
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* Our baby is here! Her name is Margaret Héloïse Lizer, she was born just after midnight on September 21, and she’s the best baby. There will surely be many Tiny Letters about her in the future, but this one is about Halloween, of course.* Everyone remembers their neighborhood’s full-size candy bar house. After moving away from Los Angeles in 1996 and living many other places, I’m back within walking distance of ours, a large white house that seemed a mansion to me then, tucked up in the Glendale foothills. I can still picture warm yellow light spilling out of the front door, the top of the owner’s head bent low over a plastic cauldron full of Snickers and Butterfingers. Of course, a handful of fun-size candies equals a full-size candy bar in volume, but it has nothing on the sheer wild thrill of a whole, entire, grocery store checkout lane candy bar for a child. To give me—a perfect stranger!—a whole, entire candy bar was the wildest, most extravagant act of generosity I could imagine.
A Partial History Of Trick Or Treating, Mutual Need, Compulsory Kindness, And The Immortal Full-Size Candy Bar House
A Partial History Of Trick Or Treating…
A Partial History Of Trick Or Treating, Mutual Need, Compulsory Kindness, And The Immortal Full-Size Candy Bar House
* Our baby is here! Her name is Margaret Héloïse Lizer, she was born just after midnight on September 21, and she’s the best baby. There will surely be many Tiny Letters about her in the future, but this one is about Halloween, of course.* Everyone remembers their neighborhood’s full-size candy bar house. After moving away from Los Angeles in 1996 and living many other places, I’m back within walking distance of ours, a large white house that seemed a mansion to me then, tucked up in the Glendale foothills. I can still picture warm yellow light spilling out of the front door, the top of the owner’s head bent low over a plastic cauldron full of Snickers and Butterfingers. Of course, a handful of fun-size candies equals a full-size candy bar in volume, but it has nothing on the sheer wild thrill of a whole, entire, grocery store checkout lane candy bar for a child. To give me—a perfect stranger!—a whole, entire candy bar was the wildest, most extravagant act of generosity I could imagine.