Oooo, oooo ... witchy woman

Seriously, there should more than one town in this country where you can walk around, in full witch-ness regalia, on a random Sunday, and be viewed as totally cool and one of the locals. Unfortunately, as of now, there is only one such place: Salem, Massachusetts.
I love that this spot on the map has completely embraced its shameful past, and ran with it, to earn some bucks for the township's coffers. Museums, haunted houses, burying grounds and souvenir shops line the streets of Salem, enticing everyone to enter at their own risk to tease the ghosts of the past, get freaked by people in cheesy masks jumping out of dark corners, and of course, buy a t-shirt emblazoned with, "Not all witches are in Salem," "A little wicked is good," or "Got mead?"
Never have we seen so much fun Halloween goodness (and let me say that October is definitely the month for a visit here), and we even managed to time it right for an annual craft fair along one pedestrian walkway.
But back to the witches walking the streets. Striped knee-high socks, tights and hose were required, though the dresses, skirts and capes were varied styles of black silk, satin and lace. One brilliant girl had a accessorized her black skirt and blouse with a black and green boa wrapped round her neck, matching hair ribbons, green and black striped hose and some black boots. It was a perfect ensemble. (Secretly, a new life's ambition is to move to Salem and walk around town dressed in different witch outfits every day.) Some of these witches were truly something the town could be proud to have on a postcard.
Some people, however, went with the white face paint, fake blood dripping from their lips, and ratty hair, perpetuating the unattractive, Hansel-and-Gretel-eating, cackling over a cauldron-type crone stereotype to the highest degree. It takes no imagination to go with that look, I think. Run with the pretty witch, people! Remember that even Glinda, the good witch of the North, was still a witch!
And in my old age, come visit me in Salem. Bring your pointy hat and broom though, because we'll be walking the streets.