Devil's night was ringing doorbells and soaping windows. Usually we went down Grand River between Meyers and Schaefer hitting all the store windows. On a few of them, it was probably the only time of the year they ended up getting washed.

Also ran down the alleys tipping over trash cans. Seemed like a lot of fun, but, of course, I'll be danged if I know why.

Halloween was mostly as others have described above. It was a fun time of year. Today I live in a senior community, and no kids ring the doorbell or come trick-or-treating. Which is just fine with me, being a darn old grouch.