One of my favorite holidays is fast approaching — Halloween. Mwahahahahahaha!
Halloween to me is kids dressed in their most creative outfits begging for candy and tossing a hurried “thank you” over their shoulder as they rush to the next house and more goodies.

The biggest difference I have noticed over the years is how many porch lights are dark during trick or treat. When I was a little beggar, the whole pack of neighborhood kids ran up and down both sides of North Main and Canal streets, rarely skipping a house. We would lug our booty home and blissfully sort chocolate from other candies while munching on our favorites. (This was, of course, pre-urban legend about the razor blade in the apple.)

One house on North Canal was all decked out and the nice lady there handed out popcorn balls and let us tour her little house of horror. What fun.