October 31, 2021
Reflections, Day 23
“A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Welcome, my friends, to Halloween when creativity, curiosity, and humor merge together into an ever-changing reality. We watch, aghast, as the chocolate river flows out toward the candy corn sea.
I lived in a small town one time. The town was built on the side of a hill and one of the streets ran straight downhill and curved to the left at Broad Street.
There was a funeral parlor on the top of the hill. One day, as someone loaded a casket, they did good job of loading but a poor job of securing.
I watched in amazement as the casket, on its loading wheels, started rolling down the hill toward town.
At the bottom of the hill the casket, rolling faster and faster, caught the concrete curb and followed it into a left turn. Still going downhill, the casket headed to where Broad Street stopped at First Street. Straight ahead of the casket’s path was a handicap ramp leading into a drug store.
The casket flew up the ramp, ran down the aisle and bumped into the prescription counter so hard that the lid flew off and the casket stood upright.
The pharmacist, who had been busy with an order, looked up and saw the standing body.
“Good day,” the pharmacist said, and what may I do for you?”
A beautiful, slightly loud voice circled the interior of the store and seemed to emanate from the casket.
And the voice said…
“Just give me something to stop this coffin.”
There, was that a trick or a treat?