I have such fond memories of such a macabre pastime, certainly encouraged by my Dad. I remember him working with intricate cuts, possibly some curse words, and in the end (more often than not) having such a surprise revealed by the glow of the candles. Didn’t matter if they cancelled Halloween (in Omaha, NE 1991, or global pandemic 2020) or if we were working a shift at the bar, pumpkins got carved and it was always a party.