Witching Hour

Have spent the past hour handing out candy to kids in my neighborhood. Boy I miss being able to do that. Having to walk around all night lugging a pillowcase around. You used to have to do some work to get the candy. When you’re the candy-hander-outer, all you need to do if you want a Reese’s is to reach into the bowl between brigades of kids. I’m typing this during one such break now, my mouth stuffed with chocolate. So much for the 4 miles I ran today.


About Eric Lutz

Eric Lutz is a Chicago-based writer. His work frequently appears in Newcity magazine. He has also written for the Chicago Reader, Welter and a number of newspapers. View all posts by Eric Lutz

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