I saw a trick-or-treater in leggings, a mini-dress, a vest, and a thin piece of lace wrapped around her fore head with a feather dangling above her ear. "What are you supposed to be?" I asked.
I laughed. She didn't look like any hippie I'd seen hanging around San Francisco in the 60's.
Then I asked my grand-daughter (age 6) what costume she'd worn for Halloween.
"I was a flower child. My dress had flowers and peace signs."
Oh, my, the vestments of my generation have become artifacts to another.
What we were is now a costume.