Yep. Seems like now it’s an excuse for adults to have a party and get drunk, for women to dress in scantily clad outfits and for kids that are way too old, to get free candy.
When the males started coming to the door with voices deeper than mine I called it quits.
Lady friend and I just go to a private party even farther out into the boondocks than I already live. No costumes, just a fire pit, a grill, some tunes, good friends, and a couple of drinks. Nobody uninvited comes up that dirt road.