The male teenager's Afro was so voluminous that a gust of wind could have blown him into flight like a kite surfer. The girl had bleach-blond hair down to her knees. Their clothes were in tatters, and their face paint reminded me of a Jackson Pollack disaster. As I drove by, I shook my head in disgust at how unkempt and defiantly dressed kids are today.
It was only when I parked in town to visit the post office and walked past a parade of outlandishly costumed revelers--French maids, dragons, vampires, knights and fairy princesses--that it dawned on me: Today was Halloween.