Oh Halloween.

The only time it was deemed acceptable to beg door to door for candy.  It was also pretty much the only time that I got the one candy that made slogging through the usually rainy, cold weather worth it (and no, it wasn't a candy bar.  In fact, I don't even know if it was a brand name item.).  For you see, among the Smarties, the tiny candy bards, the peanuts (oh yes, the houses I went to walked on the wild side, before people became afraid of this humble legume), and various other caramel, nougat, and chocolate confections, were the cinnamon bears.  Yep, the thing I looked forward to the most (aside from the box of Cracker Jacks I could always depend on getting from my grandma) were the cinnamon bears.  I miss those things.  I used to see them at the store every now and then, but now they seem to have disappeared completely.  I wonder why.