Happy Halloween from me and my uh…”grandmother”. This photo was taken on Halloween in 1984, when I was 5, and he she was 9.
This year, my Halloween started at the local police department where I was fingerprinted. No, I didn’t egg the sherriff’s house or anything fun like that. One of the documents I need for Belgium is an FBI Identification Record, or in other words, my criminal record history stating that I’m not fleeing the law. To do this, I had to get my fingerprints taken. Fun, fun. Actually, it wasn’t that bad. They said they do it all the time for people who are moving overseas.






