All Hallows Eve
Sunday, October 31st, 2004Well, another poor crop of trick-or-treaters graced our doorstep this Halloween. It seems that gone are the days of roving hordes of kids, surging from house to house in search of confectionary delight. Perhaps it’s a function of where I’ve lived for the last decade or so. We never had many kids in Madison either.
Still, I found myself falling into an impromptu system for distributing candy to those that did come. Little kids got to pick what they wanted from the bowl. This is mainly because I can trust little kids to be polite and only take a few peices. The one time many years ago that a teen decided to grab a meaty handful has prompted me to choose for older “kids” in recent years. And that’s where the system comes in. As usual, if there is anything left over after the pumpkins are extinguished, I can be expected to consume the lions share of what is left.
Not all candy is created equal.
So when someone older comes to the door, barely wearing anything resembling a costume (or just in plain clothes), they get the Milk Duds.
Don’t get me wrong, Milk Duds are not total dross. It’s just that once I’ve had two or three… that does me for the year. The truth is, I believe Milk Duds are a dentistador conspiracy, designed to push people into the local drill-monkey’s lair for some emergency filling replacements. After all, those boat payments still need to be made.
Well, maybe it’s just the weather this year. Or the terror alerts. I hope my boys will get to have the kind of fun I did on Halloween night, oh those many years ago.