Sometimes it's best not to mess with proven winners.
I had been racking my brain for what my children could dress up as for the annual Gypsum Fall Fest Halloween costume contest. They are 5 and they've won the past three years.
But I have to admit I just couldn't think of anything. So i dug into my parents closet for a couple old costumes that already had won the annual event - 30-plus years ago.
The first is Oscar. The Grouch, that is. My mom handcrafted the costume when I was 5. They stuck me in an old trash can and I wheeled around the old city auditorium - clinching the first prize that year.
There there is Snoopy - a costume that is probably 45 years old. My mom had sewn it first for my brother. Then I wore it as the Red Baron, pedaling a bicycle that she had turned into a red World War I flying machine.
It, too, was a winner.
Why mess with success?