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Indiana Jones doesn’t wear a bulky winter coat and gloves. He just doesn’t. But try telling that to the mother of a 10-year old in suburban Cleveland on the last night of October. Or to the mom of any self-respecting trick-or-treater who has the misfortune to live in a cold-weather climate when the time comes to go house to house in search of Smarties and popcorn balls. Save for the rare year when an Indian summer made Halloween feel more like Labor Day, growing up in Northeast Ohio made All Hallows’ Eve a challenge if you wanted people to actually see your costume — small detail, I know — under your mom-mandated cold-weather gear. Indiana Jones doesn’t wear a winter coat and gloves. Vampires don’t wear earmuffs. And Frankenstein’s monster definitely doesn’t wear one of those goofy knitted hats with a colored pom-pom on top.

Alas, I made do as best I could. And, admittedly, not having lost a digit to frostbite makes it much easier to type this column, a column you’ve no doubt noticed is missing its usual author. Editor Adam Pitluk’s cover story on Curaçao for this issue led him to offer up his usual space to me. “Talk about Halloween in Cleveland,” he suggested. Since discovering a few years back that we both grew up in the land of Browns, Indians and (the now LeBron-less) Cavaliers, Adam and I often commiserate over the woes of being a Cleveland sports fan. We were even more floored when we figured out that Adam once went to a junior-high dance with my sister. Halloween may be scary, but it’s even more scary how small the world is.

What’s not scary? Traveling to Curaçao, which is what Adam did for the story you’ll see here. In fact, a trip to this little-known and under-appreciated Caribbean island — a mere three hours by plane from Miami — can be positively uplifting, thanks to a man named Adriaan “Dutch” Schrier, who made his vision of a healing center for children and other special-needs patients — the Curaçao Dolphin Therapy & Research Center — come to life. Reading about Dutch’s incredible accomplishment and the other attractions that make Curaçao a must-visit getaway spot will have you putting this gem of a vacation destination on your itinerary, pronto.

No issue out at Halloween would be complete without a story on cemeteries, the imagery of which definitely brings the spooky holiday to mind. Yet in the cases of the two history-rich Boston-area resting places we feature, it’s less about things that go bump in the night than it is about wonders that relax, educate and inspire, as these places do through history lessons and chances to contemplate life rather than death. Turn to page 30 for the lowdown on the above-ground attributes of these spots .

Having Boston on the brain naturally gets me thinking of New England, and, specifically, of the wonderful town of Warren, N.H., which is just a couple of hours north of Boston via Interstate 93. It’s been the site of many festive, fun Halloweens during my adult years, thanks to cherished friends of mine and the awesome barn that is their home and which feels like home to their family and friends. There, you can drink some cider, possibly even see a ghost and take a graveyard walk, on which you can wear a costume so seasonally inappropriate that your weather-minded (but well-meaning) mom would get cold just looking at you. Yes, Halloween is great fun when you’re a kid going door to door amassing goodies while amazing and amusing with your costume. But Halloween when you’re an adult? Much better. It means that the cider can have a little extra kick to it and that two candy bars are just the start of your night, not the limit.

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Travis Kinsey
Associate Editor