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So there I was at my usual Halloween evening post, sitting on the stoop of my daughter's row home in Rodgers Forge. My job is to pass out candy to the neighborhood kids while my daughter and son-in-law take my grandchildren trick-or-treating. Normally this is a pleasant diversion of sheer joy - but not this year.

In this time of high alert to prevent the spread of the H1N1 virus, doling out the goodies has to be done according to strict swine flu prevention protocols, which forbid the little tykes from reaching into the giver's container and taking their own treats, thereby leaving germs from their filthy little fingers for the next child. They must wait to have the candy put into their bucket by the giver, and I took that responsibility seriously.

Many of them apparently didn't get the message at home, and not being happy with what I chose to put into their bags (some of those bags, I noted, were not ecologically friendly), tried grabbing something more to their liking from my stash. Most of them backed off with a sharp verbal admonishment, but a couple of them I had to elbow into the shrubs.

Don't look at me like that - it was for their own good, but I must admit I did feel a little bad about having to deck Cinderella.Dave Reich, Perry Hall


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