I don’t know about you, but I thought Halloween was a bit of a bust this year. The month of October came and went so quickly for Anne and myself that we never quite managed to get into the spirit of things. Neither of us found the time to decorate our places, and when my favorite holiday arrived, it may as well have been any other sleepy Monday night in The SLC. We received a grand total of two trick-or-treaters at her apartment, a far cry from our remembered childhood times when the doorbells rang until well after the candy buckets were empty and the grown-ups were down to handing out Ritz crackers and the Tic-Tacs they scavenged from the car seats. Ah, well, c’est la vie, I guess. There’s always next year, when we’ll be sure to do something really cool.
Or maybe not. In my experience, making plans for holidays to come is often a recipe for disappointment. Allow me to illustrate…


