My hairdresser promised she would never try to teach English if I would promise to never cut my own hair.
We live in Bullhead City. Retired here from Safford, AZ, where we got very few treaters, to be closer to our younger son.
We were warned when we moved into this neighborhood that kids were actually trucked in (saw a bus one year) for Halloween. What you do is spend a lot of time putting candy in small snack bags; the first year, we made 375 bags following the neighbors’ advice. We ran out in under two hours. We kept adding to the count because we kept running out early. We ran out last year, the 900 year, early as well. As to space, boxes of bags. Buy the smaller candies and don’t go for the impressi names. One little one last year was so excited over a “bag of candy and a sucker”. I always asked if a sucker (little with soft sticks) was okay. I taught math—not hard figuring out the general amount needed. I overwrote, obviously, because I was irritated by the implication I was lying.
My granddaughter, who once picked up the salsa bowl at a restaurant and chugged it. She was two, American, and still reaching for the hot stuff now that she’s nearly eight.
My teacher son had an extremely irate parent call because in world history class, the fact that Jesus was a Jew was mentioned. She was incensed because everyone know Jesus was a Christian. If you truly want a hint at how we’ve descended into idiotocracy (and I think I’ve misspelled that), talk to teachers about what comes up at parent conferences (like the parent who told me he knew his daughter’s essay was well-written because he had written it).
When I was young, Texas had two Republican strongholds—Dallas and Midland. Sam Rayburn, LBJ, and I’m too old to remember other Democrat heroes. It was certainly a different world.
I always looked forward to your cartoons. You will be missed. Have a great retirement.
We had over 900 trick/treat seekers come by last year. The overwhelming majority said please and thank you. They’re polite when wanting something in AZ.
I’m so old that I thought the bulge in question was his impressive arm muscles that he’s flexing.
We live on the AZ-NV border and we stay brown year-round.