Kerry DALY

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Halloween 2009: The Year in ... Costume

Our family’s entire Halloween costume repertoire consisted of three choices: hobo, gypsy, or ghost.
It’s not that we were lacking in creativity, awe were simply lacking ideas. All the kids in the neighborhood wore homemade costumes and there wasn’t a Martha Stewart–type around for miles. Or decades. Our single, solitary, Halloween goal was to amass candy. And, lots of it.

My industrious older brother would do his first dash around the neighborhood as a hobo, replete with burnt cork smudges for special effect. An hour later he would return home to change into his famous ghost costume, which consisted solely of a white sheet.Upon returning home he would dump the pillowcase bulging with candy and share!

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Going Green takes on a whole new meaning

What do you think accounts for a recent report by Time magazine that women are less happy than they were 40 years ago?

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Happier 40 years ago?

Definitely! I was 20, in college in California with palm trees, guys in flip-flops and Aloha shirts, many classes were conducted outside in the Rose Garden or on green grassy knolls. Our small private Jesuit college had Wednesdays off so we could study… so we went to the beach and studied surfing, sunshine, and Socrates.

My biggest worries were which outfit to wear, where to sit in the cafeteria, what time was everybody going to Yosemite/Carmel/San Francisco for the weekend.

I saw Haight Ashbury, once, and walked in peace marches in Golden Gate Park. I loved English literature classes and thrived. I had my own column in the school newspaper. I was fortunate to have a great circle of friends, mostly English majors, and we’re still friends today. It was the best of times.