Little Spooks

When Papa, my daughter, and my son-in-law picked out the house Papa and I live in, they had no idea we would be buying into the best Halloween spot ever. In 2003, our neighbor warned me that we would have lots of little spooks, so I bought what I thought was a lot of candy. We ran out. Now each year we buy in excess of fifteen pounds, and that lasts until 8:30. We figure all the little ones will have finished their trick or treating by then. And by that time, Papa is tired of going to the door, guessing what each kid is supposed to be. Kids are hauled in by van loads. Parents park at the end of the street and ghouls, ghosts, bananas, and witches swarm the neighborhood.

Daughter, SIL, Buddy, and Roo come for hot dogs and sides. (Some years friends and relatives join in - but not this year.) The kids get ready and then they, along with parents, leave to go out into Halloween land. This year Roo was a glorious witch. Buddy was a geologist - he's always some sort of scientist, now that he has passed the train engineer stage.

They return with filled pumpkins, eat their favorite candies, and leave us with fun memories, an almost empty candy basket, and a coffee table full of candy wrappers.

I like Halloween.