Hallowe’en night is always fun in Weston, but this year it was fantastic. Queens Dr was the place to be—there were kilos of candy, a mischief of monsters, and a zeal of zombies. They had come from all over the city; the street was almost impassable with parked cars and kids. Coming out of my house at the corner of King, I overheard a kid say “This street sucks compared to Queens.” And he was right.
While many of the houses on Queens brought gasps of horror, only one brought gasps of astonishment. It had a lawn full of pumpkins—a hundred or so, each lit and carved beautifully.