Most adults remember a time when Halloween was a kids’ holiday. There were school carnivals with cake walks, and several evenings of trick or treating. Back then, kids traveled after dark with older kids in charge. They stopped at houses where they knew the people who would play along trying to guess which costumed character was who. It was the …
When what you thought was there, isn’t
Nostalgia is a tricky business. Sometimes what you long for can never be recaptured. That ugly truth came crashing down on me a few weeks ago when Cousin Renee called. “It’s not there,” she said. It, I knew, was her metal dollhouse, the three-story lithographed affair last seen in the 1950s. I know this sounds shallow, but I’ve coveted that …