Several years ago there were a lot of trick-or-treaters roaming our neighborhood, and we’d go all out, with spider webs, dry ice, and Tom Waits’ “Bone Machine” echoing through the neighborhood.
I’m proud to say that my grumpkins made dogs bark and little kids cry.
These days the number of trick-or-treaters have declined, and most of the Halloweeners are comprised of a couple of vans of pre-teens who speak only Spanish and wear what can barely pass for a costume.
This year was the first year that I considered leaving the front light off, until the missus brought home a pumpkin. It’s now a bit after 3PM PST as of this writing, but it’ll be 11PM EST soon enough, so I better get to carving so I can post this year’s grumpkin on the Overnight Open Thread.
