Knock Knock

Hallowe'en is now less than a month away.

Deadwood City, as is its wont, is already reving up for a decorative extravaganza, and some houses have been sporting the ghoulish and the orange since last weekend.

At our house, there will be no Hallowe'en displays until my birthday is safely out of the way.

Then my son and I will string the porch with fake cobwebs, pipe cleaner spiders, a sheeted ghost, and other sundry items that suggest spooky otherworldness.

It's really my favourite holiday of the year, a celebration of sugar and anonymity, two of the things I enjoy most in life.