Not until it got dark!
That was the trick-or-treating rule my mother set down every year. She didn't want me to embarrass her by interrupting families still having dinner.I hated the rule. Tommy Gillen and I had big plans to hit as many houses as possible before we had to come home.It was the 1970s, after all. Schools weren't yet banning Halloween treats and activities. There was no kid obesity epidemic. There weren't many modern sensitivities at all.I dressed as a hobo, a Depression-era fellow, with dirt on my face, carrying a bundle tied to a stick over my shoulder. That would surely be considered insensitive today.A 1970s Halloween
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