My first scarecrow experience was as a kid. I visited a relative in the countryside and sneaked into their neighbor's farm where I rushed through a tight rows of 8-foot tall corn stalks to abruptly run right into the booger. I stumbled back and fell onto my butt in a muddy puddle, taking in the sweet smell of overripe corn around me and the scarecrow looking unaffected by my collision. The longer I studied it in the wind, the more its clothing fluttered, the more the crispy cornstalks shimmied in the breeze as if the dummy had somehow brought the whole field alive in an enthusiastic applause. I fled with much haste . "Night of the Scarecrow" I'm disturbed enough as a horror writer to be obsessed by scarecrows. The finest scarecrow maker in the world, I believe is Pumpkinrot. Each year this craftsman has a new themed one that just blows my mind. I always get my Halloween cards from his shop. This person seriously understands Halloween in a way that is deep, nostalgic,...