We live in the artsy-fartsty section of town and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love our neighborhood, with all its quirks and eccentricities, and have always looked forward to Halloween for the effort that people put into their houses. This is one of the areas that attracts people from other parts of town, partly because we get into it so much, but also just because of the feel. It's a pretty cozy place to be, and the fact that there's chocolate involved only makes it better.
There were a few things that stood out. The house down the street where the kids all got Reeses Peanut Butter cups and the adults all got big cups of hot apple cider (and a generous slug of rum). The fact that Surder Dude's teacher was trick or treating in our neighborhood with her kids - and wearing a strictly forbidden during work hours political t-shirt. I think she passed 90% of her students, and they all said "oooh...are you allowed to wear that?" The fact that the two other adults I was with fessed up that their favorite part of Halloween was being able to look in people's houses after dark and check out their paint colors and architecture. (Whew. I thought it was just me).
But the "highlight" of the evening was the house toward the very end of our route. It was getting late, and as we approached the (well-lit and decorated) porch, the kids noticed a sign that said (in big letters) TAKE ONE. So they raced onto the porch, expecting to TAKE ONE piece of candy, and this is what they found:
A bottle of shampoo
A roll of toilet paper
A pack of gum
A pile of business cards from a local private investigator
A can of pork and beans
Discount coupons for a restaurant that doesn't exist anymore
A bunch of books of matches
A pack of baby wipes
and my personal favorite
A big can of saurkraut
It must have been a trick. Because it was certainly no treat.