Cheap masks and Halloween themed clothing were the only ‘costumes’ at the Sprucer Halloween Festival. People in barely decorated Trunk-or-Treat trunks shoved canned food and/or random secondhand objects into kids’ hands. The ‘craft stations’ were several ancient fold-out tables someone had covered in literal trash. Only one man was all smiles and high energy as he strolled about the scene with his sons. His sunshiny attitude brightened up such activities as accepting cans of beets from Mrs. Whitley and cutting Jack-O-Lantern faces into duct-taped soda bottles. In such hard times, it felt so good to see and hear such a man. I started stalking him around the festival just to absorb some of his energy. But when I heard and…