Halloween is tonight.
I have fond memories of Halloween. Growing up, We’d roast pumpkin seeds, my dad would start a fire, put on some Irish music, and prepare for the onslaught. There were a ton of kids in my neighborhood growing up. We, of course, hit the streets using pillow cases for loot. No cheap bags that might break and slow us down, no sir. By the end of the night, we’d be sorting our booty, munching on the good stuff, and trading what we didn’t like with each other.
Even when I was older, that would be the place. Hanging with the old man.
Later own when we had our own kids, we’d dress them up and hit a much smaller territory. I moved back to the same neighborhood. But it wasn’t the same halloween. The old man was gone, and there weren’t anywhere near as many kids.
Although there were enough.
Our first Halloween in Texas was a shock. Where the hell did these kids come from? I guess all summer they hang out in the air conditioning.
Fast forward to last year. I had very few darken my door. My own kids, and wife, gone. All it was for me was to remember candy so I wouldn’t get embarrassed. I ended up eating most of it myself.
I have no idea what it’ll be like down here.
I won’t be here. I’ll be at the Girl’s. I’ll tell the app to shut off my lights early. Not too many kids around here that I’ve seen. Most that I’ve seen are older.
The dogs don’t dig Halloween. They’ll be flipping out with every knock on the door.
It’s really sad what a change it’s been since my dad died. I’d like nothing better than to start that tradition back up. Maybe in the future.
Inspected By Pat 