The Halloween Parade starts in front of my apartment building on Spring Street, and every Halloween it's a total zoo. I can't tell you how many transvestites and slutty vampires were milling around waiting to march up 6th Avenue. I was glad to skate down into the darkness around the Battery- and then up through East River Park. Contrary to my expectations and everything I was ever told growing up, there were no egg throwing hooligans or serial killers lighting people on fire in the park. In fact, it was totally empty except for some Con Ed workers fixing a vent.