alYep, it is Halloween. One night a year when you can be someone else. I’ve never cared much about it when my son was growing up but I went to a quite a few trick or treats with my daughter. And now I have a collection of wigs and other paraphernalia like feathers, pointed shoes, and a whole box of face paint. Every year I try to paint something new to the point of not being recognized. My daughter grew up enough to spend tonight with her friend and all of a sudden I am not going anywhere. So I just do the paint. I resist one thing at first – the wig. After wearing a wig for 4 months I refuse to put one on. But finally a wig is a must for the image I have created and here I am. It is still fun and 101st time I think how good it is to be back living!