One of my fondest memories of Halloween (besides the time that a crazy neighbor threw chocolate-covered grasshoppers at me and my friends) was getting home from a night of trick-or-treating and dumping my candy out on the kitchen table to gaze at my sugary prizes. Oh it was exciting. I would take my bucket…..lift the bucket high over my head…..and then see:
Sonofabitch. It’s those damned dreaded Peanut Butter Kisses!! (smoke comes out nostrils and ears) Do you ever want to know what a stomach ache tastes like? Eat some Peanut Butter Kisses. Now look, I get it – adults in the neighborhood didn’t want to spend a lot on Halloween candy, so they would opt for the ‘cheaper’ options to try and get by. And yes, I also get that the colors of the wrapping are festive for Halloween. So it should be a ‘win-win’ situation, right? Nope.
But alas, there is a bit of charm associated with Peanut Butter Kisses because they DO symbolize Halloween and yes……some people even (gulp) like them. So maybe I’ve been too harsh in the past on these acquired taste (only if you have any true taste) candies, and I should embrace them for what they are: Terrible tasting peanut butter flavored taffy candy that still makes me smile because they scream ‘Halloween’. And sometimes, that’s all that matters, right? Yay, Halloween!
Few moments in horror movie history have such a profound affect on the soul as the death of Ben Tramer in 1981’s, Halloween II. It was tragic. It was unexpected. It was ridiculous. Dr. Loomis was hellbent on stopping Michael Myers, so much so that he was willing to kill anyone looking remotely like him. And this is why poor Ben Tramer met his fiery, over-the-top demise.
It hurts more every time I watch that and it also makes me laugh more every time as well. Sure, Ben Tramer was drunk as a skunk and extremely disoriented while walking in the middle of the street with his Captain Kirk Halloween mask on. But he didn’t deserve to die that way and was taken away far too soon from the Halloween movie franchise.
Laurie Strode had a serious crush on him, and he revealed in the original Halloween that he kinda thought she was cute too. You see, Dr. Loomis not only killed Ben Tramer that fateful night, but he killed young love as well. What a monster!! Not only that, but I really think Loomis needed some glasses because this Michael Myers imposter looked nothing like the real one. No sense in dwelling on the past I guess, because Ben Tramer is no more. After watching your yearly Halloween marathon this year, just make sure you pour out a bowl full of those orange and black wrapped peanut butter things in memory of him.