An after thought about Halloween:
Eons ago, when my daughters were into going up an down the street (private and, theoretically, gated), I'd usually accompany them, while my wife manned our own door. Many, if not most, of our neighbors at that time also offered the chaperoning parents a little something to fortify themselves. It was always something liquid!
In later years, after the daughters were either gone or didn't care anymore, we became completely disillusioned with the whole scenario, especially when certain elements from outside began arriving by the carload. Treats for tall, dark, muscular teen-aged youngsters were seen as safety precautions, and we soon kept the lights turned off and stayed in the back of the house.
I found that over the last several years, I hated the night intensely!
SWR
