Halloween. Nicole was a star-princess with a shimmering derby. Danny was a cowboy. The 4 of us joined up with Nancy, Brittainy, and Shawn (as a skeleton) to skower the neighborhoods for tons of candy.

Stopped by Northlake Mall to participate in an industrial version of Halloween. Too many people and too bright. We left quickly.

Mr. Johnson (Eugene) 3 doors down performed his legendary candy dispursement trick, scooping armfuls of candy into the kids’ bags.

Danny came away laughing, “I got 10.” That’s all the fingers Danny has, and it translates into infinity.

Kathy figures they each got

at least $10 of candy. I guess more.

This year’s pumpkin featured an equitorial

jagged cut that split the pumpkin into an upper

and lower half. Made for easy scooping and a nasty, wrap-around grin. (Great price at Cub Foods.)

I went to Westpoint with rep Brian Pomrenke to sell Charter Federal on tracking. Kathy had a killer Art History exam. We’re both exhausted.

(11:52 pm.)

Ted brought over some pirated modules of AfterDark. He came into the house with a wild stare in his eyes saying “I’m here to load some software.” We were leaving, so we gave him free reign.

I think I’ve created a MacMonster.

This is the first entry of our family diary. Date: 10/28/90. I hope everyone will remember to record the things that happen to them every day.

Halloween is coming. The kids were outside playing when several of the older girls started teasing Danny.

“You’re Freddy Kruger!” they said to him. He took it personally enough to come in sniffing to his Dad.

“Dad! The kids are calling me Freddy Pooper!”

I told told him that if they call him names that he should say he can’t hear them. That would drive them crazy. He went out and gave it a try. Came back grinning. “They called me Freddy Pooper again! And I said, ‘I can’t hear you!'”

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Chaulk up one more for Pooperman…