Monday, August 3, 2009


Growing up in a suburban area packed with row homes, apartments, and strip malls meant a windfall of candy every Halloween night, and a slice of pizza. At the end of our night of trick-or-treating, we'd walk a couple of blocks to a shopping area with a pizza shop at the end of the long row of shops. Each Halloween, they gave out free slices of pizza. That's a pretty cool thing to do. One year, as we got down there, my brother's Pope costume got the attention of some older kid dressed as a police officer. Gun pulled, he started yelling "It's the pope! Let him through! Let him through!" My brother in his cardboard mitre got an escort and a lot of attention, and a fat slice of pizza. All I got was pizza.