Every Halloween, I decorate my house for trick-or-treaters with elaborate scenes that have special lighting and effects, and soundtracks I design to fit each scene. I buy too much candy in the slight chance we get a rush of kids (by slight chance I mean none whatsoever), and every Halloween, no kids come.
At the end of the night, my wife, who’s a teacher—which means she’s practical—asks why I get so upset over no trick-ortreaters coming by when, for over 14 years in the same house, we’ve n...
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