Ever have your camera go off accidentally? That happens to me a lot. I feel so clumsy. For instance, that's what happened in the case of this photograph. You know, you're walking around carrying your camera in sort of an awkward position. You sneeze or trip over your untied shoe lace. As an involuntary reaction, your hand squeezes your camera and the shutter clicks. At least, that's the way I remember it happening. Sure is embarrassing. By the way, this photo is available for loan to anyone whose visit to Rome took place while carrying a 35 mm camera.And it wasn't even a dark and stormy night ....
Have you ever been witness to a supernatural event?
I believe it happened to me last night. As I mentioned previously, I only slept about four hours Friday night and not at all Saturday night until about 10:30 a.m. on Sunday. I then captured about five hours more sleep. Needless to say, I was a bit drowsy as Sunday evening rolled into Monday morning. I put my head down on my computer table and sort of drifted off.
I began dreaming. At first, I saw nothing, only heard a voice. The voice spoke in a language I did not understand. When I complained about that, the voice abruptly began to speak in heavily accented English.
"Fram," spoke the voice. "You are the one they call Fram?"
"When they are in a generous mood, yes," I replied.
"Hear me then," spoke the voice. "I am your ancestor, Fram the First, and I bring you a message from Valhalla."
"Go for it," I replied.
"You are to go to the land of the Greeks and retrieve the hoard of gold and jewels I left buried there," spoke the voice.
"But, I don't have an archaeologist's license to go digging around in Greece," I replied.
"I'll leave you a couple of phone numbers to call when you get there," spoke the voice. "Tell them the King of the Tsamiko sent you."
"Fine," I replied. "I sort of have been planning to hide out there for a while next summer anyway."
"You shall bring my hoard of gold and jewels to me, on the banks of the wide Missouri River," spoke the voice.
"Now wait a minute," I began to reply, but the voice cut me off.
"Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Far away, you rollin river
It was for her, I crossed the water
Away, I'm bound away
Across the wide Missouri
Well its fair the well,
I'm bound to leave you
Far away, you rollin river
Oh Shenandoah, I will not deceive you
Away, I'm bound away
Across the wide Missouri
With notions, his canoe was laiden
Away, I'm bound away
Across the wide Missouri," the voice continued, while the sound of a guitar being softly strummed could be heard in the background.
"What do I get out of this," I interrupted.
"Ten percent," spoke the voice.
"Deal," I concluded.
Suddenly, the room was filled by a brilliant light, and I was fully awake. When I looked at my computer screen, there was sort of a photographic image present. Although technically dismal, the background of this sort of photograph clearly showed it to be my computer room. I understand some will be skeptical, but I am convinced the image can be none other than that of the ghost of Fram the First.
Whatever, I think I'll go to Greece and look around for his buried hoard of gold and jewels. Nothing to lose; ten percent to gain.
Who other than Fram the First could this ghostly image be?Music Note: Listening to Lita Ford ....
Specfically: "The Best of Lita Ford" ....
("Kiss Me Deadly" .... ok)
