Horror vs horrible: How to tell them apart and not be scared
Canadian funnyman Mike Myers was born in 1963. So his parents can be forgiven for unknowingly naming him after future horror film legend Michael Myers, who - prior to performing open-neck surgery on his big sis - was affectionately called "Mikey" by his close-knit family members. Before his sudden and rather unexpected act of sororicide at the age of 6, maybe little Mikey liked everything too, including Death cereal.
Where is this all headed? Once a month I contribute a thoughtful, deadpan serious, timely, thoughtprovoking and uplifting piece to this page 22. Today is no exception. I enjoy doing it. I would say the only drawback - other than the countless groupie-stalker-reader types that will NOT stop shadowing me across town on the subway - is that I don't pick my publishing date. Therefore, some of the topics might be slightly dated.
Such is the case today. Halloween recently came and went. If you like, consider this piece forward-looking and see it as a rather ahead-of-its-time essay on Halloween 2020. Regardless, just a few weeks ago, on the evening of Thursday, Oct 31, I had just finished work not temporally far from the stroke of midnight (Blast! More concrete scheduling factoids for my sleepless stalkers!).
