Halloween in West Blocton, Alabama, is so very special.
Main Street was made for it.
My friend Todd estimated 700 trick-or-treaters tonight.
Once Main Street gets blocked off at 5 p.m., the fun begins.
Not only do we trick-or-treat, we visit.
We tailgate. We eat hot dogs and chili. And dips and desserts.
So tonight when we give directions, we tell you how to get to Main Street via the backstreets.
And when you turn on Hickory, you will find Daddy.
He plans ahead.
He starts a fire in the front yard.
He sits on the porch.
He passes out goodie bags he has made in advance filled with miniature candy bars.
And then for the grand finale, you get your choice of flavors of a small can of vienna sausages.
The first year Daddy passed out “Vi-enners”, I think I cried laughing. And I was embarrassed.
The grandkids absolutely loved it. It is now a tradition for well over a decade.
Daddy buys a few cases every year and I think it is now a novelty stop for the littlest of locals.
Take your pick.
Take your flavor.
And take your hug.
Thank you Papa. For being you.
I am no longer embarrassed.
I am proud of you and all that you do-your sweet way.
Happy Halloween from Hickory Street,
Cheryl
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