Why do the gentiles get to have all the fun? Driving around my suburban neighborhood in late September, I couldn’t help but notice that pumpkins, ghosts, and tombstones seemed to be appearing earlier than ever before. Not only that, but people were outdoing themselves. Everyone seemed to have a 30-foot-tall ghoul, zombies climbing out of holes everywhere, blown-up spiders the size of a minivan. One house, down the block from my parents, showed off a full-size carriage, replete with skeleton human riders and one very dead horse. It was glorious.