Every Halloween, it happened.

And every Halloween, a few neighbors complained.

For more than a decade, my daughter and I lived on the edge of an affluent suburb that was mere blocks from one of the poorest sections of Cleveland. We rented a three-story duplex near one of the busiest corners of town, and most Halloweens a few cars slowly pulled up to the curb and turned on their blinkers so that five, six, sometimes more children could tumble out of each of them and march down ou ...

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