It's not the hurricanes, mudslides, floods, earthquakes or tsunamis. I know the world is ending because Mom shared her appreciation for "The Nightmare Before Christmas" over the dinner table.
Mom, who made me a fugative for seeing the movie when I was 13. Who used to chime in whenever someone preached about the Evils of Halloween. The lady who couldn't *begin* to understand the appeal of a kids' movie that had shrunken heads and singing skeletons, and branded anything animated as sub-par entertainment. "Except the Smuffs." "That's Smurfs, Mom."