Don’t bet on it.
More than a few in costume at The Friday Night Jamboree in Floyd were more than a few years past childhood — at least in terms of years if not mental state.
There were witches, vikings, princesses, hillbillies, cowboys and even a young man in a bathrobe.
They danced and had a good time.
And, why not?
After all, it was Halloween.
Some years ago, while still in my 30s, I attended an annual Halloween Party in various costumes — including Rasputin, the “Mad Monk;” the wolfman and other characters that matched my then long black hair and a beard without gray.
Times have changed. Normally, I now go out on all Hollow’s Eve disguised as a normal person.
And that is a costumer that few accept.