Then, of course, I moved to college, where I vaguely hoped the college would set up an in-the-dorms trick-or-treating scheme for the kids of the town, but it didn't, so, needless to say, not such a big thing there (plus, most of my classmates were busy having parties).
When I moved to Medford with Aileen, I thought it might be my big chance to live in a Halloween neighborhood. I bought a couple of bags of candy in preparation, but alas, it was not to be. We had a small handful of kids (maybe 3 or 4), and we were forced to eat the remainder of our mini candy bars ourselves. The next year, we weren't even home.
Then I moved to the non-neighborhood in Porter Square, where there were a) no kids and b) no neighborhood and c) we lived at the end of a tiny, dead-end street that most people didn't realize existed. No trick-or-treaters there!
At my last apartment, in Brookline, I again had high hopes, but I lived in an apartment building, rather than a house, and if there were trick-or-treaters, they skipped our building.
Alas.
But then, I moved in here.
Sometime after I moved in,
totient and miss_chance told me that Halloween was a Big Deal in this neighborhood. I was excited. As Halloween drew near, it became obvious that this is a neighborhood that takes its goblin holiday seriously. Lights, cobwebs, pumpkins and jackolanters sprouted in front of nearly every house. Liz even commented on it when she visited last week: "Is this neighborhood particularly into Halloween, or am I just super out-of-it?"And then, tonight, we had some trick-or-treaters. The other side of the street got noticeably more traffic, but we didn't do too badly with our 158 trick-or-treaters.
Another year like that and I'll bring my lifetime average up to something respectable!
