This Halloween marked the first time since leaving home for college that I haven't lived in an apartment. It dawned on me in early October that we could actually participate in trick-or-treat this year, so in the week before the big day I invested in the requisite bags of Reese's cups, Kit Kats and Crunch bars. The day before Halloween, I bought a pumpkin - one of the few left at the grocery store, crusted with field dirt and flat on one side. No matter. We'd just carve the good side.

We tackled the pumpkin early on October 31. While my boyfriend sketched and carved the vampire face, I remembered a particular photo from my childhood, in which I am five or six years old and my dad and I are carving a pumpkin. There's newspaper spread over the floor of the kitchen, and my dad is reaching in to scoop out the pumpkin guts. I don't remember doing any of that myself, but this year, I eagerly helped scrape and scoop out the insides, greedy for the seeds we'd toast later.

We took our big bowl of candy, our pumpkin and a blanket outside and set up shop on the front stoop. I wondered how many kids would even come by - we were the only house on the street to participate, and it was windy and cold, though certainly spooky.

While we waited, we talked about Halloween memories - our favorite costumes, favorite candy, what a drag it was to have to wear a coat over your costume or a long-sleeved shirt under it. One year, I dressed up as Annie and had to carry an umbrella. That was the same year we did trick-or-treat only on our block, among close neighbors - a spate of Tylenol poisonings had made people wary and many communities canceled, or at least discouraged, trick-or-treat.

With no such pall over the festivities this year, we had hoped for crowds of kids. Maybe it was the weather, or just the nature of being on a dead-end street, but business was slow - a couple of ninjas, a robot, a princess (wearing sweatpants under her gauzy gown) and one particularly elaborate ghoulish doctor costume. As it grew later, we encouraged our few visitors to take as many candy bars as they wanted.

The following night we lit the pumpkin again and enjoyed our toasted pumpkin seeds - traditions from our past, reincarnated. After such a long hiatus, it was nice to be part of a neighborhood again. 

I can't say I'm sad about the leftover Reese's cups, either.

This weekend brings the largest event for the Latino Community in Northeast Ohio: the 26th annual Convención Hispana. On Saturday, October 16, from 8:30 am to 4:30 pm, thousands of people will gather at St.Ignatius High School in Cleveland to highlight and discuss what is being done to enrich the Latino community.

Convención Hispana is hosted by the Hispanic Roundtable Community Programs and will focus on the organization's "E³" initiative, which stands for "Economic Development, Education and Empowerment".

Convención has always served as an opportunity to address the needs of the Latino community. The event will offer health screenings for those who don't have insurance, a job fair with resumé assistance and public issue awareness education, in addition to complimentary breakfast and lunch, daycare, raffles and prizes, music and much more. Convención also provides a forum to tackle larger issues, such as encouraging local Latinos to run for – and be elected to – government office. There are teams to address various aspects of community development, including Business and Economic Development, Civic Involvement, Community Development, Education, Hispanic Health and Social Services.

More than 2,000 people are anticipated to be in attendance at Convención Hispana, including Mayor Frank Jackson and the event's keynote speaker, the honorable Judge Keila D. Cosme, who is Cleveland's answer to Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States, Sonia Sotomayor. Cosme was the very first Latino ever appointed to the court of appeals in the state of Ohio. It is a very important time in the Latino Community, as census numbers will attest, recording a growing population. 

Convención Hispana, which began in 1984, offers an opportunity for Latinos and non-Latinos to see that they are on the same page. At the end of the day, Latinos want the same things as other Northeast Ohio residents: access to good jobs, health care, elected officials who serve our best interest, and the ability to keep their families here.

WATCH: Preview of Convención Hispana with José Feliciano Sr.

A gentleman older than myself informed me that he was too old to be celebrating birthdays. He was turning 57, and he's not known for being curmudgeonly. Provided my God-given Levis make for longevity, I presume to better understand this sentiment some day. In the mean decades, however, I will celebrate birthdays with gusto (and spirits). 

For a birthday is just one day of the year when you have the opportunity to remind the people you care most about, those who have most positively impacted your life, how much they mean to you – something we could all stand to do a bit more often. Birthdays offer a great excuse to get together with family and friends, and to toast not-quite immaculate conceptions. 

With the exception of pies, cookies, chocolate, gummy candies, hard candies, ice cream, brownies and the like, I've never had much of a sweet tooth. That is why my dentist enjoys vacations in Hawaii. From weddings to birthdays, great celebrations call for great cake. It's among life's simple pleasures. Great cake can be had from A Cookie and A Cupcake in Tremont. 

At the risk of sounding like a Weight Watchers dropout, cake can brighten any day. Much is made of how a chef's personality can translate into good or bad food. If such is the case, it's no wonder the cookies, cupcakes and cakes at A Cookie and A Cupcake are so darn sweet. Owners Syndee Klingenberg and Wendy Thompson are the type of people who should be making cakes. They're friendly, funny, creative and passionate about baking. This translates to desserts that are engaging, humorous, inventive and delicious. 

Last week, a phone order with Klingenberg turned into an amusing 20 minute conversation. We shared stories and caught up before getting to the cake. 

Do you want something special or one of our traditional cakes?

Could you incorporate a panda? 

Absolutely!

I want a birthday cake with a panda on it, and that's normal. 

How would you like the rest of the cake decorated? 

I'm not sure, actually. 

Would you like to keep with the panda theme? 

Perfect. 

This is how ordering a cake should be: fun.

A week later, on a Sunday, I walked into A Cookie and A Cupcake to collect the panda cake. As I told the woman behind the counter my name, I turned and saw a row of cake boxes, one propped open, with a little panda seated in the middle of a 6-inch round cake. "That must be mine," I said. It was. While paying for the cake, the bakery's enveloping aroma of baked goods tempted me to sample on the way home. 

The birthday recipient was tickled with her panda cake. It caused happy tears. The moist chocolate cake was filled with layers including a sweet and crunchy blend of coconut and pecans and rich buttercream, which also covered the outside of the cake. A decorative ribbon surrounded the cake, and the panda is (too cute to eat) constructed of rice crispy treat wrapped in fondant. More happy tears.  

Birthdays are always worth celebrating. The more you've had, the more reason to celebrate. A personalized cake is one way to show somebody that you care on their special day. A Cookie and A Cupcake is the place to help you prove it.

People in Northeast Ohio love to debate when Rock and Roll Hall of Fame nominee time rolls around. Everyone has their favorite artists who have been slighted and maligned time and again come voting time. With the induction ceremonies returning to Cleveland in 2012, excitement could get remarkably high, especially as it relates to the ceremony itself. The possibility for an extraordinary live show at Cleveland Public Auditorium - perhaps even a revered event like The Concert for the Hall of Fame - exists.

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum President and CEO Terry Stewart is never one to predict such things, although he and his staff are working diligently on making the events surrounding the 2012 Inductions every bit as exciting as last year’s to-do at Public Hall. Regarding who'll be honored, Stewart won't speculate. “There are no slam-dunks,” Stewart told Ohio Authority about the potential Class of 2012. “I’ve been doing this for 11 years and you can never bet on a particular act getting in because of the voting process. At this point, it’s undeterminable. I wouldn’t even venture a guess at this point.” 

With respect to Stewart, that won’t stop intrepid crystal ball readers like me to attempt just that.

Submitted for your approval (and cross-referenced mightily through the Rock Hall website and the fan blog/discussion forum Future Rock Legends) here are some of the possibilities for the Class of 2012”that might be rocking (or rapping) in a historic venue near you.

First Time Inductees

N.W.A., the Pixies, Jane’s Addiction and Public Enemy are among that year’s first-time eligibles. N.W.A. basically invented gangsta rap and Public Enemy perfected socio-political rap. Both groups remain viable and influential, with a test for echo appearing in a lot of rock music long after their first records. If Grandmaster Flash and Run-DMC are in, these groups are likely to get in early. (Also, Anthrax just reformed, so the rock-rap summit “Bring Tha Noize” can happen, too).

As for the Pixies and Jane’s Addiction, both acts were hugely influential on the breakout of alternative rock in the 1990s. Jane’s leader Perry Farrell also re-imagined the touring festival concept, introducing mainstream America to Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Nine Inch Nails, Tool, Primus and Smashing Pumpkins. We’re not sure if Kurt Cobain and Nirvana (see also “the most influential band of the 90s”) happens if not for Black Francis and Co. Cobain even said as much in print. Play that chaos theory out: does Warren, Ohio native Dave Grohl end up drumming for Nirvana if Cobain doesn’t hear Surfer Rosa?

On the flip side, do Nickelback or Stone Temple Pilots have a career if not for the Pixies? Only a butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon knows for sure.

Still in Play

They haven’t been eligible for that long, but the likes of Tom Waits, The Cure, Depeche Mode, The Replacements and the Beastie Boys are all possibilities.

All are alive and kicking, and all have been a peak of influence in their respective genres, although we believe that it would take an act of God to get the Replacements back together on stage for the night. Still, if anyone can perform said divinities, it’s the Rock Hall.

Speaking of divinities, if Guns N’ Roses are still on the board after 2011, expect a full-blown reunion like The Eagles and Fleetwood Mac before them.

Long-Suffering

This is where it gets interesting. In some instances, these bands have been eligible for more that ten years and always inspire a rallying cry from their respective fan bases.

Would a lion’s share of us even be alive to read (or write?) this if it wasn’t for Neil Diamond? (OK, maybe that’s just me.)

Still, Alice Cooper owes some of his macabre to Cleveland’s “Screamin’” Jay Hawkins, but he has been an influence on bands for four decades. Everyone from Kiss to Slipknot owes a debt to Cooper, who proved that rock concerts could (and should, at the edge of sanity) stand as events and spectacles. Then there’s Kiss, who invented music marketing long before Hall of Fame inductee Madonna did.

Does orchestral rock, dreampop or the bands-with-orchestras phenomenon happen without The Moody Blues? Do air guitar-and-drumming, or marathon Dungeons & Dragons weekends happen without Yes, King Crimson, Todd Rundgren, Roxy Music, Peter Gabriel and the ultimate canuck trio, Rush? (OK, maybe it’s just me on that last one, too… but, c’mon! It’s Rush!)

Consider that in April of 2012, you might see any combination of these acts live and on-stage at a public induction ceremony, right in the very heart and soul of downtown Cleveland and beamed around the world for everyone to see. Stewart looks to build upon the success of 2009, offering that the days and events leading to and including the induction ceremony “seemed to work pretty good” for everyone involved.

“Regardless of who is inducted, we’ll be looking to base 2012 on that experience,” Stewart says. “Probably some seven, eight days of activities and some free stuff for residents leading up to the inductions.” Just like that show at the ol’ stadium that happened 15 years ago this weekend? It’s possible. I just hope someone brings the lasers, greasepaint and flashpots that night. Seriously.

For now Stewart is concentrating on the Rock Hall Ball celebrating the Rock Hall’s esteemed 15th Anniversary on Cleveland’s lakefront this Friday, September 3, and a speaking engagement at the City Club of Cleveland beforehand. Details for both events can be found online. Check out Fresh Start for details.

“We’re expecting a great night,” Stewart says. “And we’re happy to be celebrating 15 years of success - beyond which was predicted.”

As a little boy, the one exception to television during dinner time came during one week in late fall, when a cable channel featured nightly broadcasts of classic Bond films. I sat at the top of the table, eyes glued to the screen. Doing something that was otherwise taboo only added to the films' appeal. 

My father was a fan, and my mother likely approved purely on the grounds of it keeping me wholly enthralled. I quickly became enamored with Sir Connery's role as Bond in Dr. No, From Russia with Love, Thunderball, You Only Live Twice, Diamonds are Forever and, to an admittedly lesser extent, Never Say Never Again. However, Goldfinger changed everything in less than two hours. 

Whereas McQueen and Dean had an everyman appeal, Connery offered something different. Like a debonair Buddha under the Bodhi Tree, he'd achieved perfect coolness enlightenment, though under the cover of Bond. 

In Goldfinger, Bond travels to then-exotic Mexico, lively Miami Beach, sophisticated England, beautiful Switzerland and Fort Knox, Kentucky. He shares the company of beautiful women each stop of the way, last seen with Pussy Galore. He plays golf, chills Dom Perignon '53, enjoys martinis, sips a "30-year-old fine, indifferently blended ... with an overdose of Bon Bois". He wears a Rolex Submariner, and perfectly tailored suits, tuxedos and shoes from Saville Row. He carries a sly Walther PPK. He flies in private jets and drives a gorgeous Aston Martin DB5, with the added bonus of Q-approved machine guns, oil slick, rear deflector, ejector seat and more. He chases bad guys, and always wins. He always keeps cool, no matter how dire things become. He is witty, humorous and supremely confident. He filled my formative years with dreams of elaborate espionage.

As puberty came bumbling, it became clear through the acne and braces, that I was not growing into Sean Connery. Instead, I bore an uncanny resemblance to Fred Savage's character of Kevin Arnold from The Wonder Years. That would've been fine if I were interested in chasing Winnie, but I wanted to chase bad guys through the Swiss Alps in a fully optioned sports car. With MI6 issuing a freeze on "00" hires, I went the high school and college route. I took up a more mundane profession, though the nature of it allows me access to places and people many would be denied, and I'm encouraged to be inquisitive and meet some of the world's most interesting people. I never fully got over Bond, though. My collection of Bond ephemera will attest to this.

This past Saturday, thanks to PlayhouseSquare's Cinema at the Square series, I saw Goldfinger on the big screen for the first time, for $5. I own the book (along with all the other Fleming Bond books), I owned the VHS version, I own the DVD, and I've seen the movie no fewer than 300 times, but I'd never seen it in a theater. Despite the opulent environs of the Palace Theatre, a truly stunning venue, I was again that boy at the dinner table. My thoughts raced to traveling, exploring distant lands; to blindingly fast mountain road passes in an Aston Martin; to craftily dispensing with the bad guys and saving the day; to fittings for bespoke suits and hand-stitched dress shoes; to sipping fine spirits at lunch. It was, and always will be, wonderfully transportive – as a great movie should be. I already had a starring Bond girl. Sometimes, reality wins.