OK, here is the other Halloween egg story I mentioned in my last post.
Fast-forward about a week from the infamous microwave incident to Halloween 1987. Halloween that year fell on a Saturday. It was my freshman year in high school so I was 14.
My Dad was working, my older sister was out with her boyfriend and my Mom had taken my little brother to my grandmother's house for trick or treating and a family Halloween party. That left me, two of my cousins, "D" and "C", and our friend "T" alone and unsupervised at my parent's house. Quite the recipe for for a fun-filled evening.......
When my Mom left she told me to hand out the Halloween candy and to let her know if I was going to be leaving the house at all. I told her we weren't going anywhere and that we would hand out the candy. It wasn't
completely a lie. We weren't planning on leaving the neighborhood. However, we had cooked up quite a fun little scheme to keep ourselves entertained while the grown-ups were away.
We had collected several dozen eggs and had decided that it would be a great idea to climb up on the roof to throw them at the kids that were trick or treating or wandering around the neighborhood during the evening. If we lay flat on the roof behind the peak no one could see you from the street. Now, we didn't egg any little kids because that would just be wrong and they would most likely be with their parents anyway. So I did actually hand out candy for a bit until the little ones stopped coming around. That ended around 8:30pm or so. After that, it was up to the roof to egg snipe the unwary.
From our vantage point we could see who was coming up or down the street by looking over the peak of the roof. We all had on dark clothes so you couldn't see us on the roof unless you came down the hilly side-street that ran parallel to my backyard. The hill was steep so there usually wasn't much foot traffic so we were pretty concealed.
After a time, a few groups of older kids came wandering around. First group got in range and we let some eggs fly. SPLAT! Got a couple of them. Boy were they surprised
They had no idea where the eggs were coming from so they just scattered. Same thing with the next couple of groups. SPLAT! SPLAT!
After the first couple of groups it got pretty quiet. I'm guessing word got out that there were eggings going on on my street so people started staying away. After sitting up there with no targets for a while I climbed off the roof to go inside to use the bathroom. As I was climbing down, I noticed headlights way down the street. Didn't think much of it as I had to pee so I was just focused on getting to the bathroom. Keep in mind my friends are still on the roof.
I'm about to go back outside when I notice through the kitchen window that that the car that was way down the street was a police car patrolling the neighborhood. They always increased the patrols during Halloween as there tended to be quite a bit of juvenile stupidity and teenage drinking going on down at the park and in the marshes. The car was slowly cruising along, on the lookout for trouble-makers (like us!). I'm about to rush out the door and warn my buddies not to throw anything when I see an egg land smack in the middle of the police cruiser windshield......
"Oh, crap!" I'm thinking. If I go outside, I get busted. If my buddies move or even breathe heavy they are nailed as well. Not good! Not good!! As this is flashing through my mind the officer driving the police car slams on the brakes, hits the lights and breaks out his spotlight, which he points into the hedges that bordered the yard of the house across the street from my house. Over the loudspeaker on the cruiser I hear the cop say, "OK you kids, I see you hiding behind those bushes! Come on out now or you are going to be in worse trouble than you already are!" Apparently he thought the eggs came from that side of the street. There is no response from anyone as there wasn't anyone over there. I'm about pooping my pants as I was convinced my buddies were going to get nailed. All I could do was watch from the kitchen window.
As I'm watching, the cop gets out of the car turns on his flashlight and goes into the yard across the street. He pokes around that yard and the yard next door for what seemed like an eternity. Luckily, my neighbors in both of those housers weren't home and didn't come rushing outside. When he didn't find anyone he got back in his car. He sat there for a minute or two. Calling into the station I'm guessing. After another minute or so, he slowly starts cruising up the street again. Once he got to end of the street and turned out of sight, I burst out the back door and ran around the back of the house.
My buddies had already jumped off the roof and were crouched down hiding under the overhang of the gutters. I told them the coast was clear and that we needed to get back in the house ASAFP. We quickly pulled down the ladder and busted a** back inside.
When we were all back inside I asked WTF happened. Apparently, none of my buddies bothered to look and see what kind of car was coming. When they saw the headlights, my friend "T" just sky-hooked an egg over the roof. They had no idea it was a police car until the cop stopped and hit the lights. They thought they were screwed until the cop came on the loudspeaker and said "I see you in those bushes". They just slid down the backside of the roof and waited until the car went down the street . At first, they thought I was the one hiding across the street! When they didn't hear anything further they figured I was still inside and safe for the time being.
We spent the rest of the evening inside watching TV. Normally we would have been in the family room in the basement but we figured it would be a good idea to hangout in the living room so we could look outside the bay window to see what might be going on outside. From the time we went inside and when my Mom got home a couple of hours later we saw at least 4 police cruisers come through the neighborhood......
We were lucky as he** not to have been busted. My Dad would have pitched a fit if he had to come to the police station to pick me up. He was not an officer in the town we lived in but it would still have been an embarrassment for him if his oldest son had gotten PC'd for being an idiot. Before you think we got off completely, let me finish the story.
About a week or so later my Dad asked me how my Halloween was. "Fine" I said. "We just hung out and watched horror movies." "Really", he says. "How many people did you hit with eggs from the roof?", he asks me.
Now, I'm thinking one of the neighbors that lived behind us must have ratted us out as they were the only ones that could have possibly seen us up there. Even that was unlikely as my friend "T"'s grandparents were the only neighbors right behind us and they wintered in Florida so there was no one home there. The next house was behind that and they didn't have a window that faced our backyard.
I debated lying but decided I was already busted and asked "How did you know we were up on the roof?"
My Dad said, "Well there are half a dozen shingles ripped off the back of the roof. The only way that could have happened is if four teenaged delinquents were screwing around up there throwing things at people."
BUSTED!!! Now I'm anticipating several weeks of grounding and a lecture from my Dad and Mom about responsibility, not being a punk and how my sister never got in any trouble like this, etc. ,etc. All I could think to do at the time was say "I'm sorry, Dad". He said "OK" and that was the end of it, or so I thought. A couple weeks go by, no punishment. Winter comes along and nothing. I'm thinking all is good in the hood
One day the next spring my Dad and two of my uncles sit me and my friends down and inform us that we would be spending the next weekend re-shingling the roof of the house..........
I never told him about the egg hitting the police car until much later. Like 20+ years later. When I told him that he burst out laughing and told me if I had gotten PC'd he would have left me there overnight because anyone dumb enough to hit a police car with an egg deserves to spend a night as a guest of the PD. Looking back at it now, I wouldn't have blamed him if he did
Actually, I should start with my experiences in Wisconsin, which came before Louisiana, a kind of prelude. Well, then again there was California, which was before Wisconsin. And Florida which before California, and Georgia which was before everything. I could start with Georgia, but I have to be careful all that I share publicly.
However, the guys in NKOTB were all from Dorchester which is a Boston neighborhood. My Mom's family grew up there and my grandmother lived there right up until she passed away. Since they were "local boys" they were the toast of the town 
However, I was under 18 at the time and couldn't be on the set 
