When you open your email somedays, there lies a surprise.  An old friend from kindergarten just sent me this photo.  Can you figure out which one grew up to be an anchorwoman?

I was in elementary school in Detroit.  I can remember the sheer delight and excitment of Halloween.  I am a sugar fiend.  The thought of getting all that candy kept me on a natural high for days before the big event. 

Even back in those days, our parents checked out our candy for safety (and probably to sneak a few pieces for themselves just as I did for my kids years later).  I can remember, to this day, which house gave what treat.  Every neighbor was a creature of habit then and gave out the same thing every year.  My favorite was the elderly lady five doors down.   Mrs. Wadley always gave us pennies.  That meant, when we ran out after days of gorging ourselves, we had money to go to the store and buy more.   And boy oh boy, could you ever buy a lot with those pennies: two pieces of charm gum, a pretzel stick, shoe string licorice.  Ah penny candy…

A few years back, an old friend from my earliest Detroit school days held a reunion in his home and brought many of us back together again after decades.  He’s the same friend who just sent me this photo.  Have you figured out which one is your anchor lady?  I’m the tall girl in the feathered headdress.  Be kind.  Happy Halloween!