10/08/2026
Don’t be shy….stop on by 👻🎃🍁
If you grew up in NEPA, you remember when stopping at the neighborhood corner bar was just another part of trick-or-treating.
There was no trunk-or-treat. You walked the neighborhood with your friends, pillowcase in hand, going from house to house, and somewhere along the way, you made a stop at the local bar.
You'd walk through the door in your Halloween costume, and there they were. The same regulars who sat in those same seats every weekend. The old wooden bar, the television playing in the corner, the familiar faces, and the bartender who seemed to know everybody in town.
And when those kids walked in, everybody lit up.
The bartender would reach for a big bowl of candy, and sometimes one of the older regulars would pull a dollar or two out of his pocket and hand it to you with a big smile. Nothing extravagant. Just a couple of bucks and a few pieces of candy. But when you were eight years old, you felt like you'd just hit the lottery.
Nobody thought anything of it. It was just how things were. Everybody knew everybody. Your parents knew the bartender, the regulars knew your grandparents, and half the people in that room probably watched you grow up.
You'd say thank you, stuff the candy into your pillowcase, and head back out into that cool October night to hit the next street.
And you never realized how special those little moments were.
Those old neighborhood bars weren't just places people went for a drink. They were part of the community. Places where generations of families knew one another, where familiar faces became lifelong friends, and where even a bunch of kids in Halloween costumes were treated like part of the family.
Some of those bars are gone now. Some of those familiar faces are no longer with us. And those childhood Halloween nights feel like a lifetime ago. But if you grew up in Wilkes-Barre, Scranton, Pittston, Nanticoke, or any of the little towns throughout NEPA, there's a good chance you remember something just like this.
We thought we were just stopping in for candy and a couple of dollars. Looking back, we were experiencing a kind of neighborhood togetherness that you just can't put a price on.
Some of those bars are gone. Some of those familiar faces are gone. But for one night every October, we were all just neighborhood kids, and everybody looked out for everybody.