In Over My Head

It's Hallowe'en and I've set out a large container of chocolate bars inside the front door. When I was a youngster, communities were teeming with children (post-war baby boomers). Hallowe'en must have been torture for the adults then. Today it seems that Hallowe'en has faded into memory. Even when my boys - now in their twenties - were trick-or-treating there were few children around. Now, there aren't any! We haven't had a trick-or-treater to our door in at least four years. I can't say that I really regret it. I never did think much of Hallowe'en. In the larger cities there are always 'home invasion' incidents reported - thugs taking advantage of people readily opening their doors. At least that isn't a concern here (yet), thank goodness.

It looks like I've got a big job ahead of me. I bought enough chocolate bars to serve a mob and there's no mob. I wouldn't want all that chocolate to go to waste!