My wife and I met with my number one daughter today for lunch as tomorrow is T’s birthday. We met her outside of her work and drove her to a nearby restaurant for a quick lunch and to give her a B-day gift. She is not 29 anymore, and she is my oldest child, and you all know that I am an old man. I will let you play the guessing game for her age. She still looks young and beautiful, so maybe I am the only one who is aging here.
As always she is bright and chipper and happy to see us and of course we are always happy to see her. She was looking very pretty as usual with her cheerful smile and bright blue eyes.
We had a good lunch hour with her updating us on her latest adventures with work, home-life, and a recent vacation in warmer country. It seems she is still trying to play the kid by going to a theme park. Some people never grow up, and that is all right, as they help keep the rest of us out of the graveyard.
During our conversation, the topic turned to ghosts. I had recently mentioned in one of my posts about ‘George’, and she wanted to know more about him.
George was a ghost who I got to see in the hallway of a junior high school, one evening while I was locking up the building. He was just floating around the halls, as though he was in deep thought, with his head tilted forward and downward. He had his hands behind him and was walking along the hall close to the wall. I saw him as I was checking the doors to the class rooms. He saw me see him, and turned around and floated away and made a right turn down another hall, and of course I followed. When I reached the hall where he had made the right turn, I stopped and looked but did not see him. I looked back the other way and no George. I proceeded down the hall which he had gone, checking each room as I went, no George. I walked the whole building one more time and could not find George anywhere.
The next day I asked the other custodial staff about the ghost. They laughed and said that they had forgotten to tell me about George. (That is how I know his name) Right! Sure they forgot. They knew I was going to see George sooner or later, and wanted to see my reaction. I guess I disappointed them, as I had no fear of friendly ghosts. After all I grew up with a full-blooded Cherokee for a mother, and she had plenty of ghost stories to tell from her childhood. I also had watched Casper on TV, and he was friendly.
George, it turned out, had died at the school while working on a boiler. There was an explosion and George was killed. Somehow George stayed around the school. Maybe he was trying to figure out what went wrong and how to prevent it from killing anyone else in the future?
T had a story of her own to share, and of course, my wife had one of hers. Quite a ‘lunch-time’ conversation subject, don’t you think? I made a mental note that I would blog about ghosts in the near future. Stay alert and find out, ‘Who has my golden arm?!’
