The whoop-whoop of the police car siren alerted me that our street had become a parking lot. Yes, it was the annual Halloween traffic jam on our street. The police come by to get people to move on if they can't find a parking space on the legal side of the street. What prompts people to leave their neighborhoods to come to our street?
A friend once opined that it was people coming from unsafe neighborhoods. Watching the late model SUVs, vans, and cars pull up and disgorge hordes, I couldn't picture these teens as disadvantaged inner city kids.
It used to be that we were the only house which did not have its porch lights on at our end of the street. More join us each year. Others do it for the first hour and then that's it. I noticed that the nice young couple across the street did not have their porch lights on this year.
I really dislike this holiday for what it has become. A friend said that the last straw was the teenage mother with young infant in arms who had bags for both of them!
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Jack o' lanterns created by the grandkids and their Dad. Thanks, Jason.
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