Halloween in Anchorage meant costumes worn over bulky snowsuits.  It meant cold, snowy, moonless nights trick-or-treating in our protected little neighborhood.  The big question was always, would there be snow? Halloween was homemade costumes. My siblings and I were hobos once.  Eyebrow pencil stubble on our chins, gel in our hair and then tousled, oversized … Continue reading Trick-or-Treat