Quick Roundup 260

Thursday, October 18, 2007

My Kind of Ghost Story

My mother emailed me the following under the title "Louisiana Ghost Story" some time ago:

This happened about a month ago just outside of Cocodrie, a little town in the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.

This out of state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by.

It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped.

Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.

The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and in the bayou and he would surely drown! But just before the curve a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again!

Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.

Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience.

A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth (and not just some drunk).

About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot that rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in the rain."
Not only is the charge that you need ghosts in order to have morality false, you don't even need them to have campfire stories!

Nice Tune

Good friend Adrian Hester recommended the following Brazillian music video to me the other day....

He tells me that the group's name translates to "Mudflaps of Success".

Literate Good Citizen

That sounds almost insulting, as if I don't read for my own enjoyment, but it's the result I got from taking a quiz on reading habits I found at Myrhaf. The results graphic describes me as follows:
You read to inform or entertain yourself, but you're not nerdy about it. You've read most major classics (in school) and you have a favorite genre or two.
That sounds a little better. I've left off the graphic because the bars for its result subcategories don't display properly.

Also, I agree with a commenter on the quiz site that it should have included online reading somewhere.

-- CAV

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