We were sailors and had two VHF portable radios. There was a deck that ran across the front of our house, with a pine tree at one end. Two sliders showed all. We would turn off the interior lights, bury one of the radios in the pine tree, and talk to the kids as they came to the door through the other one. "Goot Efenink, I luf your costume!" They would run all up and down the deck looking for who was talking.
I won't tell you my teenage boys' pranks. I do remember going to open the door to a trick-or-treater one night and hearing the mother say, "Now remember, there are teenagers living here!"
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