This year I get to escort Harry Potter and an angel through the bustling business of our neighborhood. It’s the welcome culmination of a week of Halloween festivities. Considering that the boy’s hair is spray painted black and the girl’s costume is angelic white, you can surely understand that no one welcomes the arrival of November more than myself. Next year, maybe costumes where touching isn’t going to cause total destruction. Mom’s heart (and her laundry basket) might appreciate it.