
It's Halloween. In reality, I slog into the office wearing a big plastic Reagan mask, but maybe I should put on a sorcerer's tall hat, with planets and stars, because I know I have perfect powers of foresight. And my vision is:
10:30 a.m. through midnight. At the office, at work.
Pause in remembrance of those who have suffered to serve you, when you pass the newsstand next week.
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