I was in fourth or fifth grade (around 1988 or 1989), and went out for Halloween in Farmington, Connecticut. My group eventually arrived at what was rumored to be Joel Quennville’s house. At the door was a very friendly fellow who invited us in, gave us some candy, and patted us on the back as we left. It was only as we walked away from the house when I thought to myself, “boy, that guy looked a lot like Kevin Dineen.” Every other Halloween after that I went out in my number 11 jersey in my “hockey player” costume, hoping that I might run into him again. I wasn’t so lucky, but it was a thrill for me to run into Mr. Dineen that first time.