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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Black hats for cool cats.




Halloween Harkens- Family is getting ready for haunting.
My aunts cat Avalon and a new hat, loomed on a yellow
loom. 'Cause its not the size of the body, weight, or how tall you are-
Tis the size of your cranium that counts.

Here is ghost story.
My Grandfather died two years ago. He was giant of man. John Wayne and Mark Twain
with a twist of Cary Grant and slice of mean, rolled into one man. A cold spot formed soon after his death
and with it came the smell of his pipe. He has never been HERE, not in this house, not in this town. He hasn't been in the State since WW2. He died many 1000 miles away. We have exhausted our search for the cause. No reason for the draft. No reason for the smell. Super natural or a longing to remember a man that long ago abandoned his family? For the believer - they will never be shaken from their knowledge and for the non-believer- no proof will satisfy. For us, we keep trying to find logical reasons.