When I was young, Halloween was one of my favorite holidays.

I grew up in northern New Jersey, and I loved the changing

colors of the leaves. When they fell, my Dad would make a

big pile on the front lawn, which I could never resist jumping

into. Then he'd burn them ( yes, it was actually legal then,

and everyone did.)

I looked forward to the gradual appearance of skeletons,

witches and graveyards.

Having reached a "certain age", the closer I get to actually

being a skeleton and residing on the flip side of the grass,

the less amusing and fun it seems.

So, here is a gentler and more romantic vision of theĀ 

spirit world.