This may have been the best halloween weekend ever. Friday night I attended Amy’s halloween party in Kent. Kent always seems to deliver, and like the previous two years, it was a great time being around the canfield crew again. And Craig was in a diaper. And it was 30 degrees out. Saturday Randall hosted a Halloween party at the Tharp House. Mike got a blumpkin, Smulski became a man, and Pat died and then came back to life Jesus style.

Also, i’ve realized and am now embracing the fact that this has become a micro blog. Suck it.