Bah, humbug. We live in very safe, sidewalked neighborhood of over 900 homes, and to our door tonight came one, count 'em, ONE boy who might have been in middle school, a handful of high school students, and two ADULTS begging for candy! One had a pacifier-sucking toddler in a stroller, presumably as her excuse for trick-or-treating, though in this case I have to hope she was planning to eat the candy herself. Nothing interesting in the way of costumes.
Maybe next year we'll save on candy and just keep the lights off. We have more leftover candy than our grandkids could (read, "would be allowed to") eat in a year. It's not your grandmother's Hallowe'en anymore.
On a cheerier note, in a neighborhood nearby the child-like inhabitants had a glorious time celebrating the day, which is the real reason for this post. Enjoy! (H/T a WWMB friend.)
