I almost clicked without taking out that bloody check mark. I’m telling ya, you have to be alert these days. Making sure you don’t get crap is a full time job.
I live in the the most boring neighborhood on the island. It wasn’t always this way, it used to be a buzz of activity, the center of all things noisy. However, long time neighbors moved out, and it seems the walking dead moved in.
Aside from my big orange pumpkin lighting up my front lawn and the pretty orange lights displayed in another house, the street was empty. I used to have have more kids lining up at my door than at the main attraction at ‘Great Aventure’. Kids as far as the eye could see, their parents fodder for my blog entires.
On any given Halloween, whether it be a weeknight or weekend, rain or shine, I would give out no less than 80 bags of candy. Each year the numbers have been dwindling, and my complaints about stupid people few and far between. Last night we only got rid of 30 bags, and I have one enormous bag of starburst left over.
The last few years I’ve actually bought the expensive candy knowing I’ll probably have some left over, and I don’t like the cheep stuff. Yes you fools, you could have gotten M & M’s and my house or a mini Hershey bar…
4 blocks up on forest Ave it was like Christmas, I’ve never seen the street so busy. Not a parking space to be found and little black cats, vampires and high school girls wearing skirts far to short walked up and down in groups.
Even my son deserted the block and met up with friends at 45 – which was a hub of activity. Streams of toilet paper lining the roads, the smell of shaving cream fresh in the air, and of course my son covered from head to toe.
What happened to all the kids on my block?
