In Cratersville, where I grew up, we called Halloween “Between the Worlds Night.”
This night of goblins, gremlins and other spectral oddities concluded a ten day period where the rules of decorum were relaxed, and the inhabitants of our sleepy ’50s-style town partied like it was 1999 or whatever other era happened to float our boat.
Personally, I liked to party like it was the early ’70s—that awkward time period of rusting peace signs and fading flowers left over from the summer of love.
With these memories in mind, I offer you an album of gypsy-souled peace signs—instead of zombies and demons—all spiced with a little pumpkin power.
You only get one night a year to live “between the worlds.”
—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures