I love, love, love Halloween and tonight Dale and I will be treated with an endless line of trick-or-treaters. Some years we have had over 200 kids come to the door. It is a lot of fun. Dale and I make special treat bags for all the kids in the neighborhood we know personally. Our hopes are that if we are really nice to them now, they may be nicer to us when they become teenagers, when they start to steal pumpkins and play with matches. Here is a shot of this year’s treat bags. They are full of candy, plastic bugs and skeletons, Halloween themed pencils and erasers, play doh and other Halloween fun.
For me the highlight of Halloween as a kid was trick-or-treating. Most years I dressed as a hobo. Looking back now it seems odd that my Mom dressed me as a homeless person, but it was the 70s and it was a far less politically correct time. Plus, it was an easy costume to throw together. I would put on one of my Dad’s old shirts, put some soot on my face from her ashtray
(I know sort of gross, huh?), then hang a handkerchief from a stick and I was a hobo. I looked

something like this
(right), but not as cute. I do have to say, my parents always made Halloween very special for my sister and I and no matter what, they would endure the hours of walking to ensure we got our fair share
(and not so fair share) of Halloween candy.
After a long night of trick-or-treating, my sister, Rachel and I would bring home our candy, but were really not allowed to eat it
(except for a few pieces from neighbors we knew and trusted) until the next day because my Dad had to check it overnight for razor blades
(it was the 70s and there was the whole tainted Halloween candy scare). Oddly, when we would wake up the next morning, it seemed only my Dad’s favorite, Hersey Bars, seemed to be affected with the dreaded razor blades and had to be confiscated. Strange.
Over the next few days my sister and I would participate in the ritual of “trading” each other candy we preferred. Really it was just an opportunity for my sister to screw me out of my good candy and convince me that I really liked those hard as a rock, Sugar Daddies and that pennies were better than candy. It usually ended up with me crying and each of us trying to eat as much candy each day just in case the other tried to steal it. Ah, memories. Looking back, those are some of my favorite times as a kid.
Happy Halloween everyone! Have fun tonight.