Here it is, Mischief Night or Devil’s Night. The night before Halloween was almost as exciting to me and my childhood buddies growing up on the mean streets of Newark, New Jersey. It meant getting eggs to throw at cars, buses and people we didn’t like.
Soaping and waxing car windows. Wearing dark clothes to hide within the night.
I know it seems rather stupid now and kinda cruel, but it was fun. No one really got hurt and it seemed to be a part of growing up. However, as a grown-up, I don’t like the idea of Mischief Night anymore. I know it means that I am now an old fart like the ones we used to throw eggs at. Oh, well…such is the circle of life. 🙂
