There are precious few days on the calendar that I can point to and say, without hesitation, “This day is awesome.” My birthday isn’t on that list. Neither is Thanksgiving or President’s Day. No, come to think of it, it’s a list of one: Halloween. It’s a day (and more importantly evening) where America shows the same enthusiasm for the costumes, horror and morbidity that I hold so dear. There is a looming threat to my favorite day, however, and it’s agent of destruction is clad in red and rides a chariot of supernatural slave deer.