The other day, I went to Wall Street to meet my friend, Doris. I got there too early, so I decided to walk around. Because I have a thing for the uncanny, I drifted towards the old graveyard that surrounds Trinity Church. And as I explained in “A Drink of Hot Wax,” the experience was, well, interesting…
Seriously, my Wicked Luvs, what were they expecting?
|Some of the scowls might’ve been evoked by my singing of “Lean on Me” as I took this photo.|
And I wish this was a better shot, but my battery died before I could get to a better angle.
Yep, in New York City, even the dead are offered the resources to stay connected.
Death doesn’t mind when you at it. So why do the living get so uptight about a few giggles? I hope you are cackling your way towards All Hallow’s Eve, my Wicked Luvs.
By the way, my internet access hasn’t been steady, so I haven’t been able to visit your cyber-homes as often as I would like. Give me a couple of weeks, and I will be showing up unannounced, stirring your cauldron without asking, and even sticking my cold feet in your favorite striped stockings ;-)
. . . because real Witches are not afraid to laugh