A WORD IN THE HAND: PUMPKIN
A ghost story as real as anything you’ll hear in the White House
A column to satisfy your inner grammar nerd
Halloween, which happens tomorrow, originates in a mishmash of strange and deathly traditions gleaned mostly from Latin America. However much credence you may or may not give these spooky legends, it is also the traditional time to tell ghost stories.
Being a believer in tradition of the fun and harmless variety, here’s my ghost story. Like the best ghost stories it is based on truth, in this case a trip I took to visit a friend in New York City exactly four years ago:
“Twas October 2016 and in Brooklyn the brown leaves had fallen. The snow fell early too. Commuters shivered uneasily in the ghastly chill. Strange voices whispered of bad omens in the wind but no right-thinking citizen heeded their warnings as they blithely went about their business...