Most states prohibit child sex offenders from participating in Halloween. No passing out candy or dressing up.
Lol, that wasn't the case. I don't think there even was a sex offender registry back then. No, the family in this house were reclusive and . . . odd.
They had a son who never came out to play with the rest of us. Once, he somehow was in public and got in some sort of tiff with one of us, Bill Stull, who was a year older than I, as was this guy (he didn't go to our schools, no idea where or how he got his schooling.)
These two were just standing off, jawing a bit at each other, no punches thrown, while the rest of were loosely gathered around. This kid's Dad came out and over, and was actively encouraging his kid to begin an actual fight.*
Bill wasn't the toughest amongst us, being a bit slight of build (though still basically atheletic), but NONE of us were hot-house flower pussies. I have no doubt Bill would have won any fight that ensued, but none happened. I was shocked that this kid's asshole Dad was out there trying to provoke something. Weird, that was.
It's just one of those scenes that sticks in your mind for its singularity -- I can see it all from 4-5 feet away down unto today.
Their house was on the corner, a corner where, in season, we'd play a version of hand baseball which involved a 10 cent rubber ball and using the four corners as bases. The pitcher would serve up the ball on one bounce. The batter would take as many pitches as he wished (or, more specifically, as peer pressure would allow him to take.) Your bat was your hand, and one strike (our version of epic fail) and you were out.
Anyway, this asshole Dad would race out and try to confiscate any ball that landed on his lawn. Iirc, they had a daughter, too. Neither went to either our local Catholic school or to our local public school, and no one from the family mixed with anyone else.
They were just . . . inexplicably weird. And, yes, on Mishchief Night, which preceded Halloween, their house was singled out for
special attention. :biggrin:
Btw, Mishchief Night was a Borough wide affair, and all in good fun. A number of adult men were deputized by the PD for the night, and played an active cat and mouse game with us kids, but, like I said, all in good fun, so no one was actually arrested or anything. They'd just chase us around with flashlights or roar up in cars 'n stuff.
And we kids were out all over the damn borough of Ridley Park, Pa. -- tp'ing trees and houses, ringing doorbells (and sometimes leaving the flaming bag of dog poop), and soaping car windows like nobody's business -- that sort of thing.
Corn ball to all you latter-day sophisticates, I know, but I LOVED my childhood.
* NOW I remember how this confrontation ended. Someone else's Dad came out and gave that kid's Dad a raft of shit and basically told him to GTFO and take his punk son with him. It was cool!