Spoooooooooky

Posted on by thedislocatedhippies

Dear Readers,

Pray, let me moan and groan a little, rattle my chain, fix you with a glittering eye and ask.  “Do Ye believe in ghosties” ? (Disclaimer:  We’re Catholics so we have to, one of our Big Three has the word “Ghost” as part of his title).

I had taken some snaps at the delicious  Cong Caphe in Phō Co, Hanoi.  Outrageously devilishly good looking men on scooters hovered outside, Saints and relics loomed nearby.  In hindsight just the very spot for an ectoplasmic occurrence.

Later that very evening as I stood in the dark room under the eerie glow of the ultra violet light, rubber gloves and goggles on, taking the negatives out of the trays of developing fluid and pegging them to the line…this heavenly presence revealed herself.

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Faintly she glowed, this angel at my table.  She looked about and took in the scene.  I recall a warm rush sweeping through the assembled throng.

 

A heavenly smile…and she was gone.

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Published by thedislocatedhippies

Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth separately for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They were schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Bros, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, they met each other, stopped punching and started living. Now they are two wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.