For the past few years Monica and I have lived in parts of Chicago populated by the un-or-only-recently-married. As such Halloween was year after year rather disappointing. When we moved back to Columbus we chose to live in a neighborhood that epitomizes the post war American dream, a planned subdivision where every house is a slight variation on one of two designs. While there were clearly other considerations (bus access being one, but thats a subject for another post) I assumed that one payoff of moving to this middle American bland-fest would be a more fulfilling Halloween experience. Clearly I was mistaken.
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