Yesterday was warm but sunless. The sky was light gray and cloudy. The mid-cape highway was foggy. Some of the bridges and low lying spots had disappeared, swallowed by the fog. Nothing was ahead of me but thick banks of gray. I thought it was perfect weather for a few days before Halloween. I wouldn’t have been surprised if something had lunged out at me of the fog. When I crossed the bridge, I couldn’t see the canal. There was just thick fog. As I got further away from the Cape, the clouds started to disappear and the day got warmer. Boston was beautiful. It was sunny and warm with temperatures close to 80°. On the way home, close to the Sagamore bridge, the fog reappeared, the sky went gray and it sprinkled a bit.

Today is colder than it has been all week. Tonight will be in the 30’s.

We kids who went to Catholic schools had extra holidays though I suppose calling them holy days would be more accurate. All Saints’ Day was a favorite of ours, and it had nothing to do with religion. It was the day after Halloween. We got to trick or treat later, stay up well beyond our usual bedtimes and devour all that candy without having to worry about school the next day. Mass was a small price to pay for all that.

When I was a kid, some people handed out individual candies in small trick or treat bags twisted at the top. We always thought they were the cheapskates who bought just one bag of candy and divided it. The best hauls were five cent bars, but they were a rarity. Apples were the worst except for the house where they always stuck a nickle in the apple. We tended to toss all the apples as too heavy and unwanted. Once in a while we’d get homemade cookies decorated like ghosts or witches. We usually ate those to save them from getting broken. They also fortified us for the rest of the journey.