[1]Since becoming a full-fledged adult, I’ve stayed clear of Halloween. Apart from the mounds of candy which I love, the holiday leaves me cold. I’m freaked by the look of zombies and gooey brains and I lack whatever fantasy gene must be required to enjoy dressing up. In my early twenties when dragged to a party, I went looking like Charlie Chaplin. Though my costume included good menswear chic, it was a lousy idea for attracting a date. I learned my lesson. The next Halloween, I chose to go as a flapper. And on that night, I met one of the great loves of my life.