Golden Biscuits

With a flash, and over as soon as it began is how the first event happened. Newlywed and living in a triplex house, we were to experience two unexplainable events that remain as the first of many such occurrences throughout our married lives.

 

Upon moving to our home on Marcie St., we were informed by our neighbors, Bud and Terry, and Leon and Donna, that our house was haunted. One evening while sitting at the dinette, a fireball materialized in the air about two feet above the floor. Our dog, Spook, nearly jumped out of her skin! No smoke and no sound, it was more like a phantom flash bulb going off. In those days we bought a light bulb for every indoor photograph we wished to take. In an instant it was over.

 

The second event had its beginning earlier when I still lived in my parent’s home. I came into possession of a mysterious vinyl disk. It was a long-playing record album as we used then to play music. Sometime before my marriage, the album disappeared. On numerous occasions, I searched for it to no avail. Oddly enough, this very record had a prior history of disappearance.

 

In time I moved to a little house across from the Cow Town Saloon, where my new brother-in-law asked to play the album. Sweet Mom searched once again for the absent platter.

 

We moved to the house on Marcie St. where again we repeated our futile quest. One night, while relaxing in the bedroom of our purportedly haunted house, we were startled by a noise coming from the living room. Rushing to investigate the disturbance, strangely, we found nothing. Returning to the bedroom, lo and behold, there it was! Next to the bed and beneath the stereo was my neatly stacked record collection. Protruding about three inches from the stack was Three Dog Night’s, “Golden Biscuits”.

 

©06/20/08