Only Salem, home of more witches per capita than any other place around, would kick off its Halloween celebration with a midweek parade weeks before Halloween. School night or not, kids showed up and demanded candy from the passing floats. I had a nice perch in my friend’s condo that overlooks the pedestrian mall parade route where we watched marching bands and choreographed lawn chair routines (really). This festive city has been ready to celebrate for a month.
And you thought those blow up lawn decorations were just for Christmas.
But the other morning, when I woke up to see not tourists in the cemetery but a witc—well, judge for yourself—I knew Halloween was on.