The nice thing about where I live is because I live in an apartment complex I don’t have to worry about children dressed up as demons on Helloween coming to my door and asking for tricks or treats. When I lived in a mobile home I parked my truck real close to the side of the home near the steps so hopefully they could not get to the door. And I turned the lights off. But some of the smart alecks would try to squeeze through there anyway and knock on the door. That particular mobile home park was the armpit of parks also. When I first moved in, there were six hundred homes in that Park and it was a good size. Over the years it had gone downhill and by the time I bailed out they were down to 400 homes. I don’t know how many they have now but it was a very bad place to live.