Halloween Dilemma

Did I say 600 trick-or-treaters?  That was yesterday's forecast, before the downpour of candy collectors came to our door.  We were prepared for exactly that number, as it was on the high side of what we had been told to expect.  As it turned out, we ran out of treats after only one hour and twenty minutes, meaning we had forty minutes left before the goblins would end their mission.  My husband and I had no choice but to do the unthinkable: turn off the lights and hide. We felt a little guilty watching from the dark corners of our three-seasons porch, but it was kind of fun, and what else could we do?  The sidewalk crossing our driveway was so crowded, that for safety's sake, we didn't dare hop in the car for a quick trip to Walgreen's.  Even with the air becoming misty, there was a constant parade of costumes until 7:30.  I'm not sure that another bag of 300 would have been enough candy to satisfy the droves of people passing by.  I've never seen anything like it, not even in the summer traffic heading to the beach.  Surely, we weren't the only ones who underestimated the popularity of our street on Halloween night.  Perhaps the lesson here is, even though I didn't see a single trick-or-treater dressed as a bird, they may all want to remember that old saying, "The early bird catches the worm".  Still, judging by what I saw in the bags, I think they did okay.

Long ago, when I took this picture, I called it "Seven".  It relates to my post today, because I'm thinking that it might be a good idea to end the official "Trick-or-treating" time at 7:00 instead of 7:30!