290 something. We've had more kids come to our porch expecting candy but 290 something is still a respectable number.
Lots of moms on cell phones. Plenty of toddlers wrapped up in expensive, intricately crafted animal suits.
The porch looked okay. No Mummy this year. But the fog machine and sound effects made up for it. I used a strobe light this year. This afternoon Allie and I walked around the Buy and Sell Shop. We met the owner, Mike. Mike had three or four strobe lights blinking in the window. I asked to buy one. Mike refused. He said he needed it for his display.
He asked me why I wanted one of the lights.
I told him it was for Halloween.
"Why don't you just borrow one?" he asked.
I had just met this guy and he was giving me stuff.
Faith in humanity restored, blah, blah, blah.
The strobe did a great job of illuminating the fog and completely disorienting me to the point of me groping for kids' treat bags to find someplace to drop candy.
Julia and Allie had a good time. Julia really didn't get the hand of Trick or Treating until the end.
For some reason Deb and I are exhausted. I'm going to go to bed.
I didn't buy the motorcycle.
You're not surprised. Are you?