I just saw the KLAQ Haunted House is returning to The Solana this October. The detail that stuck with me? It started back in 1995. That’s the same year my partner and I went on our first Halloween date. We were broke college kids, so we skipped the fancy dinner and waited in a two-hour line just to have an excuse to cling to each other through the scares. She screamed so loud at one point that an actor forgot his line. Now, 31 years later, we still laugh about that night. Old traditions hold such tiny, perfect pieces of your own love story, maybe not as polished as my morning bot prompts, but close enough.