About 7:30 this evening, our doorbell was rung by two small girls, accompanied by their father. That they appeared to be of Indian descent perhaps explains why they were the only callers we had all evening. Indian has become the principal ethnicity in this neighborhood - something guessable from the inevitability of a cricket game going on in the park whenever I walk by of a weekend afternoon - and Diwali is on right now: a holiday which, I'm told, includes much eating of sweets, so you're not really looking much for any more of them.
We've had other years about this quiet, and others still that were rather busier, especially the ones where mid-evening is dominated by rapacious teenagers. But not this year.