Tonight is Halloween, that night when ghosts and goblins reign. Or at least, youngsters dressed as ghosts and goblins. Most years of late, I’ve tried to be away from home on this night, preferring to leave my porch light off and salving my conscience with the thought that, for years, I held court on Halloween when my own children were costume and candy age.
But for some reason, probably the regular admonitions of my next door neighbor, I’ve decided to stay home and pass out treats. I’ve purchased little candy bars and crammed them into a festive container. I plan to invite the tricksters to take as many as their little hands accommodate.
Given that we live on a road of elderly people, this won’t break my bank. I’m expecting less than ten revelers. And the doorbell won’t make my dog go nuts, primarily because I don’t own a dog. It won’t interrupt dinner either, since Earl and I will work around it.In fact, I’m not sure what it will accomplish, other than I can say I experienced the current Halloween traditions up close and personal.
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