Sometimes I think I live in a charmed area.
Here, a suburb of Portland, Maine, it seemed to be a typical Halloween.
In recent years, I setup on the front lawn with friends and hand out treats.
This year one very good friend joined me and, dressed as "little girls" (as usual), we had our customary good time.
I wore a baby dress with big, fluffy petticoats. My friend was Tinker Belle.
There were some lulls in the Trick-or-Treat action, but there were lots of kids roving for candy.. maybe 100?
Hard to say how many. I gave up trying to count a few years ago, and sometimes the kids came in crowds making it impossible to take the time to pay attention to who was wearing what.
The parents seemed to be enjoying our pit fire. We caution-tape-off a portion of the yard for a fire pit... well, it was in the 30's F!
Parents leaned over the tape toward the fire to warm their hands and voiced appreciation for the warmth..
One Father commented, "The caution tape is a good idea. You always treat us well and we would hate to see anyone cause you trouble because their child burned a hand. Happy Halloween!"
Another fun Halloween.
As I said.. perhaps this is a charmed area but I spend a LOT of time in fluffy dresses: shopping, attending appointments, showing my visitors around, etc.
Even traveling, sometimes by plane, I am very rarely hassled by anyone. I can't recall a time, at the moment, when I heard a bad comment.
Smiles, "hello"'s, "that's a very pretty dress!", "can I take your picture?", "Can I get a picture with you?": these are the usual reactions.
Perhaps it's because we present as "little girls" and aren't taking ourselves seriously. Hard to say.
But Halloween remains fun here and perhaps is the best night of theyear.