With five minutes to spare, I careened into the house, wearing a furry Chewbacca sweatshirt and lugging bags of candy.
Halloween snuck up on me this year but, with more than a half-century of experience, I whipped my house in shape just in time to have a thoroughly good time. With the clock ticking until the first trick-or-treater arrived, I lugged the Halloween bin upstairs and said hello to my good friends, the Jack O’lantern, stuffed ghosts, and the red-headed witch.
Meanwhile, down the block, my friend Carol, who had been prepping for days, set up her traditional display of full-sized candy bars for the kids and adult beverages for the chaperones. We are a full service Halloween neighborhood.
I made my traditional pot of chili, and sat back to enjoy the show.
This year, in an effort to spread the Midwestern Halloween joy, I asked parents if I could take pictures of their little goblins.
Enjoy and Happy Halloween!