Given my penchant for horror films, it won’t surprise you to learn that Halloween is a big holiday at the Muir house.
Just kidding. I let Joel get the loot.
Then, we’d return home, dump our bags out on the kitchen table, and assess the sweet loot. For many years, it seemed, we went trick-or-treating “for UNICEF” (United Nation’s Children’s Fund) as well, and I still remember carrying along those little orange boxes filled with change.
Instead of focusing on trick or treating, however, I focused on scaring my sister. I remember that I waited until it was about 8:30 pm, and I found a great perch at the nearby railroad tracks where we had often played as children. The tracks were near -- I kid you not -- a graveyard.