Every fall, I get excited about Halloween. It wasn’t that long ago I used to trick-or-treat. No, that’s a big lie, the last official outing – I was 16 at the time. The game was to sprint from house to house and fill our pillow cases with candy. As I was the first of my gang of friends to get a driver’s license, everyone piled into grandma’s old Cadillac. We tried to cover as much ground as possible. The houses in my folks neighborhood were too far apart – with lots of stairs, so we were seeking smaller houses, more per block.
MANY, MANY years have passed since then. At some point, I decided handing out candy was more fun than running for it.
