Halloween was kind of a bust.
Some years we run out of candy and some years we have almost the same we started with.
We never know what the night will bring.
Maybe a dozen kids crawling the neighborhood trying to look scary.
When I was a kid it was big deal to go demand candy from people.
We were out with our flashlights measuring success by the weight of our bags.
Then we all sat on the garage floor swapping stuff we didn’t like for stuff we did.
Now, it’s mostly teenagers with a tie-dye t-shirt and a $3 mask from Longs.
Maybe they’re hoping for a 6-pack of Bud.
What few kids are out are escorted by the parents because they never know what monster is answering the door and what is being given to a young child.
A lot of adults end up in Waikiki and my cop friends call it one of the worst night’s of the year for people acting badly.
I’ve been to a couple of them and it’s like Mardi Gras on steroids.
It’s amazing what some folks do when they’re all liquored up and trying to be cool.
Masks are wonderful things to hide behind.
The wife loads up on Costco candy – she never knows how much to get.
Sometimes we can get twenty or thirty kids, sometimes two or three.
She doesn’t want me to eat any of it.
Silly woman, I do as soon as her back is turned.
In an effort to some have left for the kids she waits until a day or two before Halloween before hitting the store.
The problem with that is all the good stuff is sold out and she comes home with junk.
There’s only so much Snickers one can eat without turning into a grumpy peanut with high sugar.
This is a serious problem because I like chocolate more than anyone in the world.
Now she’s going to take all this leftover candy to her work and let the friends pig out.
I sit home with nothing and get grumpy.