I have found the locus of Halloween Evil.
It is not
* in the little demons who parade up and down our street looking for handouts
* in the horrendously grotesque jack-o-lanterns (this one carved by our in-need-of-therapy friend Bill Kimrey)
I have discovered it as I dumped bag after bag of candy in a bowl just now in preparation for tonight’s onslaught – and carefully removed and set aside all the varieties that I wanted to hoard myself and not give to the urchins unless I’m forced to do so.
I have, you see, found the locus of Halloween evil in the place I know it resided all along.