Thankful

I’m often thankful that every minute of my childhood years were not recorded on video.

Today, I remember the last year I went trick-or-treating. It was probably 1981, so I would have been 11. I wanted to be a ghost! So my stepmother got out her sewing machine and she and I made a ghost costume out of an old sheet.

We were trying for something like this:

It was big and baggy and the hood came out somewhat pointy…

But I remember about halfway through the night thinking, “Hey, doesn’t this look like a KKK outfit?” And then “What’s a KKK?”

Thankfully, no pictures survive, that I know of.

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