You may know that I’m a summer lover, but when October rolls around, even I am ready to lay down my sandals and tank tops and give in to fall. I can only do this because October is spooky season, and spooky season is like a kind (skeleton) hand that holds my hand and says “there there, I know you’d still rather be sitting by a pool in perfect 80-degree weather, but look at all the candy and costumes and different versions of Tim Curry we have over here?”