I gripe a lot about life in suburbs these days. It's too hot, too boring, too far from everything and too expensive to maintain. But Halloween, like a thumb on the scale, tilts me away from regrets.
The run-up, the rituals and the hordes of exuberant kids — from toddlers to teenagers — leave me grateful for the comforts of a neighborhood where the faces may change but the celebrating stays the same.
I almost passed on the holiday this year.
I had been sick all week and wasn't up to scouring the stores for candy bargains or digging around in the garage for our dusty bin of decorations. There were no children around to nag me about carving pumpkins or steady...