The Bloody Doors Off

Ontario’s top doctor just announced that trick-or-treating got the green light this year.

Makes me a little wistful.

I doubt Coltrane will want to go out.

Don’t blame him. He’s at that age.

So then I wished we lived in one of those houses on popular Hallowe’en streets that pull out all the stops to give the kids an experience, not just candy.

Make no mistake. I love where we live. It’d be nice if there was a grocery store nearer to us (and you know, not being torn down to accommodate more condos). But I’m across the street from the Distillery. Access to two different bus routes, one just outside my door, the other a block away and travels the majority of King Street. We are walking distance to Corktown Common. Less than five minutes to the Lakeshore and the Don Valley Parkway.

But for one day a year, I’d like to live in one of those big houses with the spooky music piped through outdoor speakers and fake webbing and hand out chocolates and chips.