It seems to me that when those other holidays are mentioned, (you know the ones I mean) there is one word invariably in tow – tradition. It’s always tradition this, tradition that, where you go, what you do, listen to, watch on TV, the food, the folks, the fun has all been planned out years ago and we are servants to all that has come before. While this is all well and good and at times mind numbing, I can’t help but express happily here how little Halloween has to do with all of that.
The tradition seems to be to change everything – what we wear, the treats we share, the type of scare. These are questions that wait to be answered. It all changes yearly and we spend time and effort, thought and action to put it all together for friends and strangers alike. It is this, the constant change of the holiday, that makes it so desirous in its experience. The end of October is not far off and I find myself heady in anticipation, wondering what this years’ night will become. I see a neighborhood around me slowly waking to it – weekly it changes, subtle hints of what is coming…