Last night, Halloween evening, I had my first trick-or-treaters in nearly 10 years. Four girls, early teens from the look of things, out after dark and by themselves. Adventure. . . .
Honestly, I can't remember the last time someone graced our doorway looking for candy. On my block, the houses are few and relatively far between, with steep driveways to walk up. I like to think that's what keeps them away, not the stigma of a strange old man living there alone doing god knows what.
Anyway, I'm glad I had candy on hand - despite the fact that no one ever shows up, I buy a bag of mini-candy bars every year just in case and usually wind up eating all the Baby Ruths and Butterfingers by myself. I gave each girl a big generous handful of bars and wished them all happy trick or treating.
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