IT WAS HALLOWEEN, and the kids came, and came for almost 2 hours. I was down to an orange and some change -- but they stopped after the last min Snickers was tossed in a pillow case:







Halloween, 2007. Paul insisted on buying candy, 3-4 bags he said. So I did - figuring it would last us for days. Figuring no one would come to the house on the corner that has been occupied by an elderly woman off and on for months. He spookified the front door.


Well, I was wrong. Very wrong. We had the flier - WEN, from 5:30 to 7:30. No one, then at 6:00 the doorbell rang. These kids were in the first 10, of about 75. All the candy: gone; my little raisins: gone; 8 oranges: gone.

So, we are in the suburbs. No one ever knocked at an apartment door. Parents in the street, a few over grown kids (teens) with little kids. Tiny kids in wagons.


Paul has had some lawn / garden stuff (the lion on the park, the snail and finial in the Haversham area).

EVEN I GOT ME SOME CANDY! The kindness of others . . . is a great thing....