News flash! The Day of the Dead was never a “Mexican Halloween” but a time for remembrance best observed in a lower key, in the bosom of family, among loved ones physically present and late lamented. We hear that traditionalists view the increasing commercialization—think James Bond in Spectre, hurtling through a Mexico City grotesquely choked with dancing skeletons—with grieving hearts. The Dallas Symphony’s Saturday morning fiesta promises Latin music and spectacle to delight all ages. Don’t forget to bring the kids. —M.G.