Halloween in Seattle is the one day in every year when the regular order of things gets a thorough shaking up. For one thing, it’s the single day of the year when we expect our doorbell to be ringing with varieties of creatures of all sizes on the other side. It’s certainly the only time when prudence dictates that we stockpile bowls full of treats to serve as ransom payments against demands for booty from an
onslaught of pint-sized masked neighbors.
Here is a calendar of events to see what there is to do around the Greater Seattle Area for all ages: https://www.events12.com/seattle/
For Seattle’s small fry, if all goes well, Seattle’s Halloween ranks right up there with birthdays in terms of fun and excitement—possibly because of the aura of good-natured bounds- testing that seems to hover over the proceedings. When else does everybody get to dress up in disguises? When else might some perfectly dignified adult don an eye-patch and start talking like a pirate? When else does practically the whole of Seattle agree to engage in a tradition that
disrupts the normal order of things for the express purpose of just having some fun? Who thought this thing up, anyway?