The weather has been indecisive since the day I arrived and today is no different. Heavy oversaturated thunderheads lean on the craggy edges of El Mordor: Mexico City. I’m not sure if it’s lightning I see in the corner of my eye, or my espantos arriving uncharacteristically early. Still, no

And so begins Halloween in Denver, by Richard Brautigan, one of my favorite holiday stories of all time. It’s not a scary story, unless you’re afraid of sex and candy, but it does take the mask off of a hidden of Halloween activities: what the people with the candy are