For the first time in several years, I won’t have any Halloween costume. No one planned a party at work, and I wasn’t home during trick-or-treat in town last week. I feel a little bad because I like Halloween even though I’m not fanatical about it.

One of the reasons I like Halloween is because it played such a huge role in the social scene in college. My fraternity had the biggest and best Halloween party on campus. We raked leaves for hours to fill the basement. We had pumpkins everywhere. People dressed up and had an amazing time. Other houses had parties for Halloween, but nothing matched ours.

I remember my sophomore year when a bunch of freshman guys I knew came dressed as the Fruit of the Loom guys. They each wore a t-shirt and boxers and had the fruit things on their heads. They also fashioned a huge pair of underwear and walked around the party inside of them until they basically became such a hazard that they had to set off on their own.

Another group of guys I know came to that party as the Crest team (this was 1987, remember). That was an amazing party. And missing nights like that makes me a little nostalgic as Halloween rolls around.