A strange little Halloween memory from the Nixon years — one that still makes me wonder about protection and providence.

This really happened one Halloween night during Richard Nixon’s presidency.
I was walking along George Street near the river dorms at Rutgers when a car slowed beside me.
The window rolled down — and a man in a hideous Richard Nixon mask leaned out.
He threw an egg at me.

It hit me squarely… but bounced off harmlessly and splattered on the ground.
For a second I just stood there, startled — then I laughed out loud.
Was it just college mischief?
Or one of those quiet moments that remind you you’re not as unprotected as you think?