Growing up, my dad started a new 'tradition' around the neighborhood called Trick or Drinking. He would follow us to the houses (with a shot glass in hand) and after we asked for our candy and left, he would ring the bell and ask for a 'trick or drink'. Apparently this went over well with the men in the neighborhood and within a few houses he had quite the following.
Mind you this is in the days when cell phones were not around! So, word must have traveled fast!
I kinda remember mom being pissed, though she would never show it in front of us. I happily say that I carry on his tradition. So to all of you today I say "trick or drink" whatever your poison may be. Mine..... take a guess. I am curious to what my readers think would be in my shot glass.....
I'll tell you next Friday.