Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Ah, ghost stories. Sitting around a campfire or in our case in facing pup tents with a blanket thrown over the top to keep the pesky mosquitoes out, when it got late and real dark these stories always came up. I even remember the night that the telling our tales got the better of George, and he raced home to the safe confines of his bed. The best part was when we took turns making up the scariest ones. Some nights we were so good, I have to admit, that we scared the living crap out of both tents, and we had to get up and take a walk through the neighborhood just to attempt to get our mind off them. And that 'hook story', as many times as I heard it in all its forms, still to this day gets to me. Kinda creepy!
ps. HBDay to brother-in-law B-, vacationing in Sun Valley , ID today.