When darkness fell on Halloween, the small fry of Ferndale, Mich. (pop. 29,675) were out on the town as usual. They roamed the streets and pushed at doorbells; they begged for cookies and smeared the store windows with slogans written in soap. But one window they steadfastly refused to touch. On the morning after the big night, the plate glass of the Higgins-Pontiac showroom was, as always, clean.
In the last 20 years, it has become something of a Ferndale tradition for the youngsters to pay George N. Higgins this special tribute. A bluff, grey-haired man of 52, he is a familiar...
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