It’s normally a quiet place, but once a year — on Halloween — the street where I live becomes ground zero. There are no street lights, and it’s steep to walk from the bottom of the hill, but it happens to be in one part of Kula that qualifies as an actual neighborhood. Every year, parents from elsewhere on the island truck their kids in. Some even monitor the little bands of spooks and goblins with walkie-talkies, going up and down the street in golf carts, like a military operation. Some of the neighbors get in the spirit big time. They’re Halloween’s answer to Chevy Chase in “Christmas Vacation,” lighting up their homes —only darker. Electric jack-o’-lanterns mark paths to front doors, and the overture to “Phantom of the Opera” or other scary soundtracks boom out of loudspeakers up and down the block. This year’s buttery full moon in its veil of clouds added to the effect.