Specifically, having a buttload of them.
Oh, speaking of seasonal cliches, I furnished my table at SPX with a bowl of candy corn — I’m not beyond bribery, obvs. You would think I laid out a tray of madeleines… everyone who ate one seemed to have a massive flashback. “One time…[story involving candy corn, told with twinge of wistful regret/wicked glee]…sigh.” Very rewarding. To that end, feel free to post your recollections of the “corn” (wtf?) in the comments.
See you later for page 3 of the Worm.