I have to admit it: I buy full-size Hershey bars. I live on a busy corner in my small town and am well known for doing so.
We get more than 400 trick-or-treating kids — all in costume. I love these two hours of mayhem. My husband and I patiently wait for the first to arrive in their make-up and wigs, carrying their pillowcases.
My father loves chocolate. He is the one that always purchased the bars when I was growing up. We passed out nothing but chocolate bars as a family. I will continue to do the same. After all, it’s job security, right?
