I’ve never really had the nerve to do this. Not since I was about eleven and I trick-or-treated as Superman with one of those old, too-big, sparkle-spattered costumes that tied up the back like a hospital gown.
But what the hell. This year, some friends suggested I try the superhero motif for Halloween. I thought I had the bits and pieces to do Captain America. But I never got around to ordering the helmet and almost at the last minute I considered not bothering.
So I compromised. I cobbled this together and decided, screw it, I might just pull this off. So I showed up at work like this.
When asked “Who are you supposed to be?”
Some folks got it.
Anyway, I may never look like this again. But, folks, this is what 64 looks like. For me, anyway.