While it wasn’t back with a vengeance post pandemic, it was definitely back. I enjoyed sitting on the front porch passing out candy to the littles ones who begged as much as I enjoyed hosting a bunch of teens in my backyard. After the trick-or-treat rush on my quiet street, I headed out with the dog, husband and bff to Armstrong to be with the throngs of revelers. It wasn’t late, but we sadly were catching the tail end. No homespun bands playing in yards, no cops patrolling cars fighting to navigate through the crowds, no hipster church groups handing out free iced coffee and pancakes. Instead, homeowners shouting across the street at adults without costumes and without kids to please help get the candy the hell out of their house!