I like sitting on the porch surrounded by the toasty smell of candle-lit jack 'o' lanterns on either side of me watching the goblin hordes walk up and down the street in the dark. It is much past the time when we take the neighborhood children out - well into the hours when other children drive into our friendly old subdivision, children who grab big handfuls of candy and run away. I let them, smiling. Lone Star Pa has the pointed "which one do you want?" down, but I cant do it - I let them take it all every time.