Went trick-or-treating with JJ and Cecilia and am almost too exhausted to write; up hill, down hill, into the make-shift graveyard to feel the brains of a fractured skull. Amazing decorations in his small neighborhood enclave--a real slice of Americana as portrayed by painters of "primitives." And I cannot say enough good things about the youngsters--droves of them--looking out for each other while their parents exchanged local gossip and World Series expectations. Very respectful and with a "thank you" at each house they visited. Most amazing was the fact that the home owners who were away or did not wish to be bothered simply left a huge basket of goodies on the porch and each child helped himself to a piece. Were I to do that on my stoop the goodies--and the basket--would be gone in a flash, pilfered not by children but some eighteen-year-old ghoul. The suburbs are looking better and better to both Bob and me. Jacquie Kirby, are you listening?
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