It doesn’t look great for the trick-or-treaters.
It’s warm, but it’s raining, so we’ll probably see fewer kids than usual, and we already don’t see a lot, living on a loop road on top of a hill.
I wonder if the little girl who always looks for our cat Sasha when she goes by will go out. I’m told she plans on dressing up as a cat.
A bunch of towns have already postponed trick-or-treating, which seems really weird — not so much the postponement, more that going out for Halloween candy is something that gets scheduled for certain hours (I’m assuming for safety reasons) or moved altogether if the weather isn’t good.
When I was a kid — and I stopped trick-or-treating when I was 12 or 13 — we went out when we were ready to go out. My parents, brother and I would get in the car and canvass the area where we lived.
I don’t think we did it in an actual loop, but we went as far as our grandparents’ house in one direction, then went over the hill to our other grandparents’ house, and then the other way as far as my mother’s best friend’s house.
It might have taken a couple hours, and we might have eaten a third of our candy. Different people have different tastes, but I was always into the basics: Snickers, Milky Way, peanut butter cups, M&M’s … stuff like that.
And I’m not sure we ever checked that carefully for poison or razor blades. Obviously, it all worked out, since we’re still both here.
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