We have assembled a record of candy collection in our house. (Yes, we decided not to offer the kids the Vatican’s offer of an alternative fun mass). We persisted even in the rain last night to pick the neighborhood clean. Our house had the usual waves of trick-or-treaters: cute toddlers at 7, energetic adolescents at 8, and then the army of barely dressed burned out teenagers at 9 (including one who just showed up with tin foil on his head). That is the problem when you are known as a source of the Cadillacs of Candy: snickers and Peanut Butter cups.