Who ya gonna call?

I started Sunday at the Church parking lot in the Bloodmobile where one of my fellow parishioners said he’d told the computer questionnaire he’d had a tatoo because he was laughing at my singing to the nurse who was out front drawing my blood.

No wonder I was in a rotten mood later when our trunk or treat began. Here I am holding Staypuff at bay. Slimer ran away every time I pointed my ecto plasma gun at him.

Staypuff under guard

Our neighbors in the spot next to us were not amused.

The Force had left them.

It was just not a day to edit and proof read old posts. Maybe later this week.

About the author

Harry is a ferociously good natured eccentric in Duluth Minnesota who detests traitors dressed up as Uncle Sam. You can find somewhat better edited writings of his at the Duluth Reader "contributors." page. The URL is:

https://duluthreader.com/contributors/h/84/284-harry-welty