The day of ghost's and witches riding broomsticks. Oh, I will never forget the running door to door collecting candy, apples, pennies and other goodies.
My mom and dad, would even dress up to make their little darling feel comfortable as I ran around in my little homemade "BUM" costume. My dad would, year after year, go out in his work clothes and my mom would go as a housewife.................only difference is ...............they would both wear a "Lone Ranger" mask........................guess they didn't want the neighbors to see who they really were................or that they didn't want to associate with this kid dressed like I just arrived on a freight train. Anyway it was always good fun. They use to walk me up to the door FORCE me to ring the bell.....(since I was the type that didn't want to interrupt anyone eating dinner or anything) and in my very little soft spoken voice I would mutter those famous words....................."twick or tweat?" Now, as time goes by in years I began to think for myself...............why would anyone in their right mind say "TRICK" I would be totally unprepared to perform any trick and would probably have run away from the scary house crying and never would go back there again.
As the years passed, mom and dad would be reluctant to go out with me...............since they discovered that while they were out with me..............there was no one home to greet................these little bastards...........that if no one answered the door, they would just sit there and continuously ring the bell. My dad would swear that that's how our bell wore out. Dad, it's electric!!!! it can't wear out by using it to much..............." how do you know..........mr. know it all.....................it could burn up the wires inside the walls" He was the type that always had to have the last word..................no matter how stupid it would sound.
Well, as the years passed I was eventually allowed to go that ghostly night with my friends, I think I was 15 at that time since it was dark. No, just kidding. I was about 7. A gang of us kids (4 or 5 kids) would simply watch the parents bringing their little "baby kids" (4-6 years old) up to the door and as soon as the door opened we would all run up screaming "TRICK OR TREAT" that way we were always guaranteed to get something that the cute adorable little kids would get and not that lousy hard, left over Christmas candy from last Christmas.
Fast forward to the time to take my kids out................along with the dog..............who had to go out in her costume.....OH glory. what's next. I would bring my whiskey glass with me go get filled up and usually by the10th house we visited I would just want to go home, sit down and have Margot continue. Only problem is I had to sit on a hard kitchen chair next to the front door with a bowl of candy in my lap...............and just let the kids pick out whatever they wanted....................well, finally its all gone. SHUT OUT THE LIGHTS, pull the drapes closed and sneak into the kitchen and have my dinner by candle light.
What a glorious life.!!!!! now, we just shut off the front door light, pull the drapes and head to the casino for our.............free money.
