Andrew Carter loved Halloween. His Halloween display was the same each year, but it was always the hit of the town. Part of the attraction was the fact he always gave out the best candy in town. On one end of the drugstore's porch, he built a lab, and his mad scientist's costume would have done Boris Karloff proud. He had a huge Frankenstein's monster he had bought at an auction twenty years ago on a trip to California when he decided to take one of those television studio tours. He grinned remembering his lunch in the studio commissary with a group of actors who were getting ready to film a new sitcom about a group of POWs wreaking havoc on the Germans.
They were nice fellas, and he discovered later he enjoyed the show, even if hadn't been much like his own experiences during the war. He was amazed by the fact that they had named a character after him, just because he had agreed to provide technical advice for his counterpart. Consequently, he had secretly had a ball for the next six years, since the producers had agreed not to publicly acknowledge his contributions.
He was drawn out of his memories by the first group of kids clattering up the steps. "Hi, Mr. Carter, trick or treat!"
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A/N: Thanks to my granddaughter Robbi for the Frankenstein idea…Happy Halloween, everyone!
