I’m kind of glad I don’t have to go trick-or-treating in today’s world. For one thing, I’m 70 years. As a guy with a gray hair and creaky knees, I don’t think I’d get candy if I rang someone’s doorbell.
If I tried singing the childhood, go-to Halloween song “Three Little Pumpkins” in return for some candy, this would likely happen. I would probably wind up breathing into a breathalyzer test under the watchful, suspicious eyes of the police..