Which is a can full of cynical worms I'm going to leave shut for now because it has nothing to do with Halloween, a holiday for children and heathens and heathen children. And that's the point: It's the only holiday where everyone is welcome and the only people who do not take part are those who don't like to have a little darkness with their fun.
Today is the day when every child, regardless of the religion or nationality they had nothing to do with choosing, is entitled to piles of sweets in a transaction for which they set the terms. Kids turn the tables on our adult world (the one in which threats and rewards determine everything right down to the fates of our very souls) by going door to door demanding candy.... or else! And woe be to those who shut their door and turn out the lights, unless they're like us and live in an apartment complex almost devoid of children, in which case please carry on as usual.
Now, for your amusement, Halloweens of Mickey past:
Mommom holding Mickey the Rabbit, 1979. That's Joe with his arm around my brother. You never knew when Poppop was going to dress up like Joe and take his place on the porch, just in time to scare the crap out of whichever grandchild happened upon him first. I'm still a little scared of Joe as a result. I believe he now resides on my parents' front porch.
SIDE NOTE: Tomorrow is the first day of National Blog Posting Month. Join me in posting every day for 30 straight! We'll make the internet explode! It'll be fun!