And kids of all ages show up.
Polly, our oldest resident, at 87 y.o., was doorman tonight.
And here's our youngest trick-or-treater, in a witch hat and with a patch sewn on his jacket, with his mommy to help him keep the candy bag off the ground.
Superman and a pirate, I think.
Speaking eyes; the lower pair says, "Just look at all that candy!"
A young man with his head in his hands.
And there were no end of princesses and fairies, ghouls of all sorts, several supermen, a roly-poly plush pumpkin, and a teenager with just a lei around his neck, hoping that counted enough to merit a handful of chocolate bars. It did, barely.