It’s that time of year, when ghosts and goblins and princesses and ninjas roam our neighborhoods, knocking on doors and taking away our candy. We get precious few trick-or-treaters where I live—largely hemmed in by an expressway on one side, major streets on two others, and a cul-de-sac to boot. So Halloween is often a disappointing affair marked by only a handful of visitors to our door. Continue reading
Ghosts and goblins and the slashing of squash
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