Was this* the greatest costume ever? No. But it was one of my
favorites. Long before store-bought costumes had to have a movie property
attached to them, I went with a literary one**. The beauty of this little
monster was that it came with a sweet, stiff-legged walk and low guttural
growl. And the best part was that it drove the villagers’ candy out of their
homes and into my stomach. CCCCAAAAANNNNNDDDDDYYYYY!
* Artist's rendering
**Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus
