I don’t know when the idea for this year’s Halloween costume originated. Rand and I have been talking about it for years. It’s the sort of thing that stays simmering on the back burner for so long that you almost have to wonder if it’ll ever come to fruition, or if the idea will simply run its course without ever being realized, growing stale before it sees the light of day. I had fallen in love with the concept for these costumes years ago. Then I grew tired of it, and went on to more pressing, timely things.
And then the idea of punching Nazis became far too relevant and timely again.
And Rand continued to perfect his impression of Sean Connery.
And I went to the thrift store and found the perfect shirt. And the perfect jacket. And suddenly the pieces started to fall into place.