Halloween is a big deal in my town. We have wide streets and sidewalks and that brings in the trick-or-treaters. I keep track and this year T and I handed out candy to 168 trick-or-treaters. I suspect that many of the kids at my door are out-of-towners but I don’t care. There is something old-fashioned about a few hours in the evening when kids come to the door (most of them in costumes) and we give them candy. It’s sweet, literally, and as the door closes to echos of “thank you” and “Happy Halloween” I feel happy. It gives me faith that we can rise about our worst selves and be a good nation once again.
And if not, there are a few left over Kit Kats to get us through.
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