2 TRADITIONS LOST
“Do you believe the story?”
Jim doesn’t immediately answer. He frowns before glancing down at the girl stepping stride for stride with him. They should be back at the house and closing out the night, he inspecting candy wrappers for unexplained tears while the girl waits for her bounty. That tradition is going to be gone someday, he reminds himself. Instead of pillaging the homes of their neighborhood, today’s kids are being indoctrinated into church put on “trunk-or-treats” and a sort of group celebration at the town’s main park. It pains him to admit that such a nostalgic memory as trick-or-treating from his childhood is disappearing as easily as covering a marred wall with a paint stroke. Undeniably though it’s happening. And rightfully so considering what had come t
