“CLANG”

By Jim

My friend Roy, his wife Sue and I were sitting around talking after work one evening. We were laughing and taking on when Sue said, “When was the last time you guys went trick or treating?”

I said, “Oh, about 50 years ago,” laughing.

“Well, Roy is strong as an ox, you know. So I have this great idea.”

“Oh no,” Roy said.

“No, listen. You put Jim on your shoulders and I’ll sew two white sheets together. You’ll be the tallest ghost ever.”

“Sounds good,” Roy said. “How much do you weigh?”

“Oh, around 160,” I said.

“Hell, I can pick that up with one hand,” he said. We all laughed.

Finally the day came, or night in this case. Roy sat on the metal chair and I climbed up on his shoulders. Sue draped the sheets over us. I kept turning it to find the eye holes. Sue was going to walk next to us so we didn’t hit any wires or tree branches.

“Let’s go over to Mr. Mickelson’s house. It’s a single story duplex.” He was known to be a grouch, and wasn’t well liked at all. I had brought a pair of metal tongs from my barbeque.

Roy shuffled up to the door. I stood on his shoulders and with my 3-foot arms and 1-foot tongs, I banged on the cooler. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! He ran out the door and almost hit Roy, who stepped aside. I almost fell.

“What the hell is going on?” He looked up and yelled, “Martha come look, a 20-foot ghost.”

Just as he said that, Roy, in his deep voice said, “Trick or Beer.” CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

“Martha, bring a beer. Maybe that will stop this damn noise.” CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Roy and I were laughing so hard we had to leave. But not before Sue got the beer. She put it in the basket she was carrying. We hit six more places and then went home. On the way a young lady came running up. “Here, take this” she said, and handed Sue a beer. “Please don’t bang on my cooler.” I thought, “Boy, word travels fast.” I didn’t even know who she was.

We made it back to Roy’s place, and we got out of the sheets and counted our beers – 7 – not bad. I took one with me and walked across the complex. No one seemed to notice the guy walking in the grass with no shoes, drinking a beer and carrying a pair of barbeque tongs. But after all, it was Halloween.

October 2015

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