|That's five year old JKM as The Six Million Dollar Man!|
Just kidding. I let Joel get the loot.
Glen Ridge is a small town, so a kid could cover a lot of ground in one night, if he or she was willing to do a lot of walking.
Then, we’d return home, dump our bags out on the kitchen table, and assess the sweet loot. For many years, it seemed, we went trick-or-treating “for UNICEF” (United Nation’s Children’s Fund) as well, and I still remember carrying along those little orange boxes filled with change.
And after a long night of wearing those masks, they always smelled like sweat.
Instead of focusing on trick or treating, however, I focused on scaring my sister. I remember that I waited until it was about 8:30 pm, and I found a great perch at the nearby railroad tracks where we had often played as children. The tracks were near -- I kid you not -- a graveyard.