Halloween Haunts: Barbasol and Terror
	By Meghan Arcuri   The fathers always took us. That’s just how it was. Maybe the dads liked it more. Maybe they thought they’d get extra candy. Maybe that’s the way it was done in my neighborhood. Regardless, most of my memories of trick-or-treating involve my dad. One year, my older brother tried to argue that we didn’t need Dad to come with us. Only in 4th grade, I wasn’t so sure I was old enough for that. Fortunately, my dad said no. I was old enough, however, to be aware of the shaving cream wars my brother and his…
			
