I was a Snickers and Three Musketeers kid, and occasionally the Oldman would hand me a Peppermint Patty when he grabbed the papers at the White Hen. Then one afternoon in 1978, a new candy bar appeared, Whatchamacallit. It was crunchy, chewy, and completely different.
To this day, I will pick up a Whatchamacallit at a gas station, and suddenly I am twelve again, sitting in the back seat of the Dadillac with WGN quoting the weekly commodity prices.
…unwrapping a memory from when everything felt new and the world still had that “just opened” smell.
I think I have a quote for a future Chalkboard.
“A candy bar is a good Time Machine.” —John Shepley, The Morning Chalkboard
Tomorrow is Halloween, a holiday built on sugar and nostalgia. So here is a thought for my fellow Chalkheads: What’s your favorite candy bar and what memory does it unwrap for you?
The sun is smiling brightly today. Go enjoy one of the last sunny afternoons that won’t be dark by five o’clock and don't let that candy bar you grab spoil your supper.
