It’s Hallowe’en, and I had trouble deciding what to go as.  I had some ideas, I just wasn’t sure how to bring them to life.  I thought of being a Hurricane Sandy looter but I couldn’t think of a costume disgusting enough.  A darkened NHL rink can be pretty spooky with the ghosts of great games banging around the boards.  I thought of covering myself in tinfoil splattered with mud and graffiti, with a $600,000 price tag hanging from my wrist.  Would people get that I was the Talus Balls?  Should I go door to door on a pogo stick and call myself the price of gasoline?  I wasn’t sure what would be more frightening, going as a police officer becoming the default attendant at the Whyte Avenue toilet, or the city committee that didn’t realize the place would be used for other than a rest stop.  I thought of putting a money bag with eye holes over my head, and going as the missing hundred million arena dollars.  In the end, I just decided to hang the key to my front door around my neck.  Just sort of a door-key Hallowe’en costume.  Did I miss something else in the city that’s pretty scary?  Let me know.

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