We passed a local saloon (literally walking distance from our house) on our way to the dog park today. The Better Half got this (clickable) image of their decorations and invitation to the Halloween party. The place recently changed ownership and is operating under a new DBA.
Maybe ten or fifteen years ago, we may have been tempted to stop in for the festivities, but at this point in time and under the circumstances, we pass on all of that. In addition to the circumstance of being very mature adults, there is the factor that there are no street lights on our road. We live 500 feet from the nearest pavement and other than a half dozen plots with houses, the area is still mostly undeveloped Arizona desert, complete with whatever wildlife may happen by, including coyotes and javelina. We stay in on Halloween and no trick-or-treaters dare venture into our enclave.
Elsewhere in town, where they have lighted areas and it is not as rural as our place, they have organized activities including trick-or-treaters, some places on streets that the town has blocked for that purpose to keep the kids safe. As for us, we are content to celebrate the holiday, just TBH and myself, in reclusion.