10-31-87 Saturday. It’s Halloween. I have fond memories of this holiday, though it hasn’t meant much to me for many years. Perhaps when I have children of my own it’ll become significant again. My earliest memories of Halloween include walking around Metamora [Michigan] with Glenn and one or more of my parents. I don’t know what I wore as a mask, but I do recall getting loads of candy and being unable to figure out why. I knew that it was a special occasion, because rarely did I have that much candy; but it was all very mysterious. Later, of course, I realized that it was a festive occasion and that people enjoyed giving as well as receiving goodies. One of my more memorable Halloweens occurred in Silverwood, when I dressed as an Indian. Mom let me wear her fringed leather coat, and I guess I used lipstick as warpaint. I went with Glenn and, if I remember correctly, our babysitter. Mom may have been working that evening. Anyway, we got lots of candy and had a grand old time running from house to house. I was always active, so I got more candy than the average kid. Nobody knocked on my door tonight, which is good, because I had nothing to dispense except legal advice and philosophical wisdom (just kidding).