We've all got a few of them! In Portland, the area behind Deering High School became what was known as "The War Zone" on Halloween night. The trick or treaters that ventured out after dark who encountered their peers never knew quite what would happen next. Rumors abounded about goo-flinging sprees involving substances as varied as whipped cream, ketchup, and mustard, all the way over to the extreme of squirting Nair on victims' heads. You remember Nair, right? That white creamy goo that girls spread on their legs to melt the leghairs off? "We wear short shorts" commercials? Yeah, that's the stuff.The first Halloween I spent in the Old Port, circa 1987, I encountered some of the best costumes I've ever seen, before or since. First there was the trio of pine trees. Then there was a trio of bananas. The guy with the huge mohawk standing outside of the State Street Church waiting for the Stagnation all-ages show to start didn't count. (Little did I know I'd have a mohawk of my own within a few years!) However, the guy dressed as a Ghostbuster who was chasing a monster up and down Exchange Street DEFINITELY counted. Cap it all off by sneaking into the R-rated "Lost Boys" which was then playing at the Nickelodeon Cinemas on Temple Street, and you've got yourself a great Halloween night!
So, what's YOUR Maine Halloween story?
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