Halloween on Sunday. Halloween again. Almost like clockwork, it keeps showing up.
Ick.
As a child I loved Halloween. We’d go to Mrs. Silver’s house across the street and she would invite us inside and make us fresh caramel apples or popcorn balls. Lord knows, one can’t do that anymore.
And we would go door to door around the neighborhood and get a real haul of treats. And somewhere, later, older kids would toilet paper someone’s house or yard, which we would discover on the way to school in the morning. I never liked the “trick” part.
Razor blades and pins and poison and just plain bad people put a stop to most of the good stuff I remember.
As I got older, the tricks became worse and the treats were few and far between.