Wednesday, October 31, 2007  One reason I don't ask my brother
for advice               Tuesday, October 30, 2007  A Halloween
version of car camping?  I hate to be all, "When I was a kid, a
can of Coke cost five cents..."  But honestly. When I was a kid,
none of us dressed like sluts. We just wore kid costumes. I was
a really good witch one year, with a long papier mache nose that
my mom had made for me. My brother liked to be a cowboy.  I
remember one year I was a bunny. But not a sexy bunny. A big,
dorky, white, flop eared bunny. They weren't supposed to flop.
We just couldn't get them both to stand up at once. And of
course since I wore thick glasses, I was a big, dorky, white,
thick glasses-wearing, flop eared bunny. With sandals. Because
it was hot. It was Bangladesh, after all.  I know Halloween has
gotten popular all over the world in recent years. Who doesn't
like a holiday with costumes and tons of candy? But in the 70s
in Bangladesh and Egypt? Not so much.  We went to American or
international scho