Victory in the Hood

Those pumpkins must have worked. You can make your own sign at http://www.spellingchange.com/.

Halloween in the Hood
It was a rainy night and I was writing in the kitchen while I waited for the first brave little trick-or-treaters. Who would dare approach my door, all lit up with a scary red bulb in the porch light? Plus, the doormat let out an ominous sound effect each time a foot stepped on it (creepy laugh, chainsaw, etc.).
But our Barack-o-lanterns drew them like flies. One said Hope, one said Vote, and the best one of all was a jack-0-face incorporating the sunrise logo and the word Ooooobama.
So they came, tiny Spidermen and fairies and princesses and some teenagers with the vestiges of a costume like they'd forgotten how to dress up. All received candy, at least two pieces.
I had to go out to dinner, so I left the pumpkins, red light, doormat and a bowl containing the rest of the candy for any stragglers who might come by.
I got back from dinner and it was all gone except for two kiwi-flavored hard candies that had been overlooked. I don't know if one kid took it all, or if a few shared the big heap of M&Ms, Snickers, and assorted Mexican piñata candy. I'm just glad someone will eat it besides us. And that it's one day closer to the election.