Nary a trick-or-treater
What’s the point of owning a house when you don’t get a single trick-or-treater? We were prepared with a bowl full of gummy bear packets and organic, corn syrup-free Oregon-approved lollipops. I propped several kinds of pumpkins up on our front stoop (we didn’t carve them…hoping to make pie with them instead).
But not a soul came by. Perhaps we’re too much of an outlier, too close to the smelly Oregon State dairy farm. Or perhaps the kids had their fill treat-or-treating earlier in the day at businesses downtown.
Growing up in Richmond, our long driveway scared trick-or-treaters away. And they didn’t bother us at our apartment in Baltimore. I guess they won’t here either.