There is always one in every neighborhood, the house that gives the best Halloween treats.
When I was growing up it was the Heinemann’s. Their stucco house had a candy-apple red door which was fitting because they gave out candy apples for Halloween.
The candy apples were well and good, but it was the years when the Heinemanns made caramel apples that stoked our costuming creativity. One of my brothers would grab one of the youngest siblings and we would scout the treats in early evening.
“Caramel apples, with or without nuts!” Was the breathless announcement.
We would scatter and open closet doors from the family room to the cedar closet on the third floor. We had a series of costumes that covered our faces and we merged and separated from other trick or treaters to blend in and deceive the Heinemanns.
For years I have felt guilty about our gluttony but I fear my guilt isn’t as strong as my appetite. Word has gone around about our new neighbors; they plan on giving out full-size, not fun-size candy bars.
I think I have a few good costumes that’ll look great on my children…