In my neighborhood, the lots are 2.5 acres. The first year we moved in to our house, we had candy ready for the trick-or-treaters but there were none. The second year I was optimistic that it might be different but, once again, we did not receive a single trick-or-treater at our door.
When our son was born and reached the age for trick-or-treat, we drove him to a more traditional neighborhood with houses close together. Some years, we did trunk-or-treat.
In 20+ years of Halloween here, we have never had a single trick-or-treater show up at our door. This is our scarily sad history of Halloween.
Yesterday, I spent the Halloween evening over at my friend, Ed’s home. He lives in a more traditional neighborhood. 4 Dad’s from the Boy Scout years were there. We all got to know each other many years ago when our kids were in Boy Scouts together. We were the trouble maker Dads who brought pot and beer to the Scout campouts. Our children are all now college age.
We built a fire in a big firebowl out by the sidewalk. We drank beer and shots of bourbon while we handed out candy to the trick-or-treaters. One of the neighborhood Dad’s, who came by with his small children, said he dreams of the day his kids are old enough to trick-or-treat on their own so that he can stand out by a fire and drink. People should have better goals.