No fan. However…
One night last summer, there was a Party Cruise out in the harbor, but the sound was travelling across the water and sounded like my next-door neighbors were having a barn-burner. I didn’t see any signs of a party, though, and thought perhaps it was the next street over and extra loud. Anyways, I mentioned it to Mork and Mindy a few days later, and the told me about the Party Cruise - a company across the harbor puts them on twice a summer, and everyone in town hears it.
Just had to say, that is the funniest damn thing I’ve read all week.
Electric Bugaboo! Hehehe.
Are you sure the voice didn’t say, “We blave you” ? Cuz, that would mean something completely different.
I have no memory of this, and my mother’s recollections may be colored by the fact that she does believe in ghosts. (I don’t.) But I offer this story, nevertheless:
When I was very young, about pre-school aged, I had an invisible friend named Herbie. Mom claims she would hear me in my room laughing, and I would explain that Herbie said something funny. I would carry on conversations with him. She says I would sometims call out suddenly if someone went to sit in a chair that they couldn’t sit there, Herbie was sitting there. One of her friends was so freaked out by it that she stopped coming around.
She had me describe him to her, and says the desciption I gave was hideous. He was green and had wings. Mom said she got some books with pictures of birds and asked me to point to the right kind of wings. I kept saying, “No, not like that” until she showed me a picture of a bat, to which I jumped excitedly and said Herbie’s wings were just like that.
She asked me where Herbie came from and I told him that Herbie lived in a green house behind the grocery store. She took me back there once, and there was no houses back there, but I inisted that’s where Herbie said he lived. Mom worked at the courthouse at the time, and one day on her lunch break, looked in the old records. Turns out there actually was a house behind the grocery store at one time but it had burned about twenty years before I was born. And the kicker was that the guy who owned it had been named Herbert. Asking some of the old-timers, she found out that the house had been painted green, as well.
My association with Herbie ended abruptly one day when we were riding in the car. Mom says I let out a shriek and began weeping. When she finally got me calmed down, I told her Herbie had flown out the window. She says I never mentioned him again.
To this day, she thinks I was friends with a ghost. Her theory is that kids can see things that adults cannot. Me, I can come up with a hundred explanations. (Maybe I overheard a conversation about Herbie and the house and remembered it.) But mom still thinks I had somehow attracted a lonely ghost who was my friend until it was time to “move on.”
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i could even smell her. she had been dead for 5 years or so.
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See, that’s not a particularly comforting juxtaposition of sentences.
Sailboat