As a young child, Hallowe'en was the highlight of my autumn. The whole of October was spent anticipating an evening spent with friends, loose on the streets of Sherwood Park, masked to prevent recognition and armed with boundless energy and an empty pillow case for candy. The costume was usually determined early. For me, scary was a fallback for inspiration. I tended to lean towards emulating my heroes - "army" guys, Superman, Spiderman or other comic book characters. The week prior to the eve was the time to make alliances for trick-or-treat buddies. You chose someone who lived close-by, so you could quickly race over to their house after supper (clearing of the dinner dishes being the the unofficial starting gun of the candy fest) and the two, three or four of you would then plan the route, maximizing visits to areas that would yield "good candy." In the 'seventies, Hallowe'en candy tended to be something that today's kids wouldn't even