As early 2008, I would inexpertly smear Halloween makeup on my napping daughter Evie, who was a toddler. Then I would turn my attention onto my second-grader son Beau. I cannot say that makeup was what you call stellar, but it was for a good cause. The goal was to make them and myself look like Zombies. Once we looked the part, we would drive to the Kansas City Plaza where we would gather with a like-minded horde of people also dressed as the undead. That was how our family’s