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In 1992 I was looking for work. We were living in Gloucester, Massachusetts in a wonderful rental home, having quickly sold our own house.
It was Halloween, we were invited to a party at one of my daughter’s friends houses, and we all needed costumes, something I abhor. However, in order to maintain peace, and to make myself part of the family fun, I agreed to come up with a costume.
My wife decided to go as a witch, and my daughter, still a baby, was to be a Japanese Geisha sort of person, as she was wearing (under her coat) an outfit I had purchased for her in Niigata, Japan in 1991.
After much consideration, I decided to go as “A Man with a Job”. This would be a simple costume (as you can see), just a suit and tie kind of thing and it was self deprecating humor, as I was a man looking for a job with great gusto!
We arrived at the house, and while I had met the mother, the father, who was described to be as maybe a bit “sketchy”, was an unknown entity.
I appeared with my briefcase in hand, and we were sort of stopped at the door. The father looked at me wearily, and asked if he could help me. I said I was the father of this group (I introduced myself) and he relaxed a bit.
He told me he though perhaps I was a process server or maybe the police. I assured him I was just another parent in a costume. We were allowed in and the photo you see was then taken.
I don’t know, but I can’t remember any time in my life assuming a stranger at the door was the law!
It was Halloween, we were invited to a party at one of my daughter’s friends houses, and we all needed costumes, something I abhor. However, in order to maintain peace, and to make myself part of the family fun, I agreed to come up with a costume.
My wife decided to go as a witch, and my daughter, still a baby, was to be a Japanese Geisha sort of person, as she was wearing (under her coat) an outfit I had purchased for her in Niigata, Japan in 1991.
After much consideration, I decided to go as “A Man with a Job”. This would be a simple costume (as you can see), just a suit and tie kind of thing and it was self deprecating humor, as I was a man looking for a job with great gusto!
We arrived at the house, and while I had met the mother, the father, who was described to be as maybe a bit “sketchy”, was an unknown entity.
I appeared with my briefcase in hand, and we were sort of stopped at the door. The father looked at me wearily, and asked if he could help me. I said I was the father of this group (I introduced myself) and he relaxed a bit.
He told me he though perhaps I was a process server or maybe the police. I assured him I was just another parent in a costume. We were allowed in and the photo you see was then taken.
I don’t know, but I can’t remember any time in my life assuming a stranger at the door was the law!
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