We traditionally receive approximately two kids every Halloween, living in the city’s seedy underbelly as we do. But were prepared, with local treats, hand sanitizer, traffic cones and a complicated rig to reverse-project Charlie Brown & The Great Pumpkin out the front window.

Postscript: we did, indeed, get our assigned quota of two kids. Young L. dropped by early, with his well-consumed family along; we thought he might be it, but at the last moment a young witch dropped by.