So, tomorrow is Halloween. That word evokes visions of pumpkin carving, finding just the right costume, and planning a route to visit the houses the give out the best and most candy for trick or treaters. In the Texas Panhandle where I grew up, Halloween was often a cold, windy, evening. That meant that it mostly did not matter what your costume was, because no one would see it underneath your coat anyway. So instead, you counted on a very cool mask or you got your mom to “make up your face” to look scary with fake blood, gashes and stitches, or cute like a cat or bunny. Or you could be a ghost and wear your white sheet over your heavy coat. No matter the weather, Halloween was a magical night that ended with eating too much candy but going to sleep with a smile on your face and maybe a stitch or two that the washcloth missed. Happy Halloween!!