This day is most often linked to the Celtic festival of “Samhain”, which comes from the Old Irish for “summer’s end”. And for me it certainly was that – I grew up in New England and the night was always cold. Challenged by coats topped with costumes and masks that made it impossible to see, we would march bravely into the night seeking candy. We would only go home when our hands were too cold, bags too heavy or my father too bored. My most memorable Halloween was spent in Las Vegas many years later – but that’s a story for another time.
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