I’ve now forgotten which year I acquired a cow’s horn and decided I needed to turn it into a unicorn horn for Halloween. Obviously, it was a year in which my glasses frames were especially grim. I spent a futile weekend trying to figure out a way of affixing the horn to my head, and then my mother Grayson had the bright idea of taking it to the Dark Shadows prop department and having them solve the dilemma. They put on padding, drilled holes into the sides of the horn, and bolted on a velcro strap. Though I absolutely adored the final result, and wanted to wear it everywhere, as the photo plainly illustrates I did not look like a unicorn. I looked like a grade school kid with glasses and a horn bolted onto his head. But in my mind….