Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Maybe it had something to do with being Jewish, and Hanukkah not having the same gravitas as Christmas. As a rule we didn’t have candy in our house. Halloween was the exception. That alone made it a very special holiday. Or, maybe it was the actress in me. I loved to get dressed up. I still remember the flammable Cinderella costume I had at 6. The plastic mask itched and the mouth hole was too small. But the turquoise blue with the silver trimming was perfect on top of my Danskin shirt & pants set. I was escorted to each home where I was a given a large candy bar, some pennies, or something homemade that would mess up my bag. At 19 I was Evita with a blond wig in a bun and a glamorous gown I picked up at a thrift store. I had white long gloves and had the original cast album playing in my head as I went to a poorly attended costume party we drove 30 miles to attend. I didn’t get dressed up tonight, though I love seeing the costumes people pick out. Today I was especially impressed with a child on 72nd Street who went as a cupcake. And, I loath to admit it, but some of the scary masks and costumes I see actually frighten me. I did get a vicarious thrill at helping my daughter with her make-up for her night out, but I didn’t miss dressing up today. I guess I can enjoy Halloween as an observer and appreciate a time when collecting candy and dressing up were one of the highlights of my year.