Forenoon watch, 3 bells (9:54 am)
For some reason, I never seem to get many trick-or-treaters to my house on Halloween. Every year I expect more kids, and every year I get disappointed. We have all the lights on, a big bowl of candy, and we end up getting maybe half a dozen visits. I was ready to hand out fistfuls of candy to the next group, but nobody else showed up.
In their defense, it was cold outside (about freezing), and I do live at the end of a cul-de-sac. A dead-end street was never appealing to me when I was out trick-or-treating as a kid, because an end of houses means an end of candy-loot.
Now, as an adult, I have more candy on Halloween than I ever did as a kid.