Danny's Doting(s)

 Queens Line Halloween Nowadays they probably don't do it at all, preferring to go to town, but as us upper Queen's Line kids got older, it was a riot on Halloween to walk from farm to farm to collect our booty. All the farms were great to us, too; they didn't give us apples or oranges; no, our bags quickly filled up with brand names like Cadbury, Hostess, Rowntree, Neilson, etc... You name it: KitKat's, Areo's, Jersey Milk's; anything that was on display below the front counter of any of the local general stores was there, plus licorice, jaw breakers, encouraged handfuls of loose candy, and bags of potato chips. The occasional can of Coke, Sprite, or Canada Dry ginger ale slowly stretched our booty bags to the breaking limit.  We'd posse up around Tabbert's, hastily come up with a game plan, and start off. The miles went by easily as we boisterously and enthusiastically bantered away the time.  Normally we'd take off our masks when we were on the ro...