Halloween 1986

October 29, 2007

I found these 2 pictures that were taken at a Halloween party my parents threw freshmen year (Fall 1986) after one of the football games. My Mom had to actually enlist the help of Michele Soho to invite people to the party, because I didn't want to have one but my Mom insisted we invite people over.

Most of the real action that night happened before we even made it home. While driving home from the football game we drove past a huge party just up the street from our house. Cars were lined up along the road and many Northshore upperclassman were standing in and by the road which made it difficult to pass. My Dad was creeping his way along when all of a sudden, Russell Youngblood ('88) decided to roll across the hood of my Dad's car in an apparent attempt to act like he was hit but really just goofing off. Let me tell you there's was nothing funny about my Dad's reaction. He said some selective words I won't repeat, he put the car in park, flung open his car door, and yelled for me to stay in the car. He then proceeded to yell some more while grabbing Russell by the shirt collar and ever so gently throwing him up against the back of our car where he began an interrogation that seemed to last a lifetime. Many bystanders looked on in bewilderment. I remember several people coming up to the passenger window wanting me to roll it down. They kept asking me what had happened. Well after making his point with Russell, my Dad finally got back in the car and the once crowded street seem to part like the Red Sea. We got home in time to setup for our Halloween party. When I arrived to school on Monday the rumor was my Dad beat up Russell, but I like to think of it as the Scared Straight Program. I know it worked countless times on my older brother and me.

Pictured here are:
Michele Soho, Brett Farmer, Scot Kjellin, Kristina Ernst, Chad Daley, Todd Weaver



Todd Weaver and Brett Farmer

1 Comment:

Russ said...

Well, I don't remember the exact details of that event, but I probably got what was coming to me. Many thanks to Mr Farmer and all of the adults of my youth that cared enough to straighten me out when necessary. I am glad I survived those days!