We've lived in this neighborhood for years, and in all that time, we never had anyone come by on Halloween. Until last year. I came rolling in from the office, and standing on the sidewalk about to approach the house were an abuela and two little girls. I got the impression during our conversation that a) one girl was the grand-daughter and the other was her friend, and b) Grandma didn't speak much English, so her grand-daughter had to do the talking. I explained to her we had given up on having candy because no one had ever come, and I apologized. She said that was OK, and they started to head on up the street. Then she turned around and said, "No one's ever come? That is so sad." She wasn't upset because she didn't get candy; she was upset because I was alone. I'm a pretty hard case for...reasons...but it was all I could do to keep from turning right there into the meme of David Tennant's Doctor crying in the rain.
This year I had candy. One trio came by, but it wasn't them. I hope nothing has happened to them, like being deported or some other patriotic American bullshit. Because those three are worth more than 70 million pieces of Trump MAGAt fascist filth combined. And choosing which ones I'd rather build a country with is truly a no-brainer.
