By the time I retired from trick-or-treating, I was already too old to even think about dressing up. But I couldn’t stop.
I thought it would be cool to dress up as Clark Kent. It seemed like a brilliant thought at the time (with the advent of the internet, it seems that I’m not alone in this observation.)
It’s the perfect cover. If it works for Superman, why can’t it work for me? It’s the one day of the year I dressed a little fancier for school and nobody realized I was in a costume; I could still participate undercover, incognito. Some years I wore a jacket, some years I wore the glasses. In 1995, I got my first (and only) high school job and by, 1996 I was attending the Halloween parties of co-workers.
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