I will set the way-back button to last month and note a bunch of costumed neighbors arrived at our front door. We had purchased 8 (eight), yes, that many bags of candy and went through the stash in about an hour. I was tempted to remove the gift from a particular individual who had not dressed, and commented to that individual the lack of performance of his part of this deal. You dress, I give the candy. The deal seemed simple to me. Well, as the troops depleted our supplies, we stared reducing the numbers presented to each and finally the well went dry. It happened in the middle of a group consisting of some older and some smaller sized costumed kids. I hear a plaintive small voice cry, “does this mean Halloween is over?”