Tonight, I sat not 5 feet from The Greatest American Hero while having drink after rehearsal. He looks like he's played a little too hard since his flying days. My brother dresed up like him for Halloween when he was 7. I inherited his red long-johns the following year and my mom turned them into a clown costume for me. I remember my mom making our costumes in the 20 minutes before we went trick-or-treating...I think my brother got 17 of those 20 minutes the year of the greatest american hero...I was a hula girl with a skirt made of a cut up garbage bag over a swimsuit, over a sweatshirt. It was really cold that year.