Do You Think We might Have a Little Chat?

 

Memoirs of a Geezer

  

Reflections and Observations -- A Bright Passage from the Fantasies of Youth to Illuminations of Advanced Maturity!

This Episode:       Do You Think We might Have a Little Chat?...

...I mean, why can't our nearest and dearest let us know how they're doing after they've passed into the sphere of the non-living?  C'mon, kids, speak!  How's tricks??!! 

I mean, does one need to organize a seance, for pity sake?  What the hell...  On the road home from plying our trade, that is, our work day having come to a successful conclusion (anyway...  a conclusion...), we're having a nice chin wag about our recently deceased dear friend, a lifelong friend of one of us, a cherished pal of more than 50 years for another of us.  Why the deuce aren't we permitted to hear from her??!!  H e l l o !!

I said, "We should maybe contact Miss Lemmon.  Ms. Bitten?  Leafy Anderson?  Madam Beasley?  Miss Lemmon's a recognized medium."  

Wake up, Miss Lemmon...
...The Seance?!  We need you!

A shame she's fictitious.  She appears in the Hercule Poirot series.  (I like to call him "Herky").  Probably Miss Lemmon wouldn't respond to our summons!  Would she reply if we were to hold a seance?  These are tricky questions!  (Are mediums listed in the phone book??)...

In GeezerHood, one has lots of dead chums, good ones.  We miss them, their thoughts, their sometimes wise counsel.   We should have a way to chat with them.  I mean...  why can't we?  I often have little chats with my dead animal pals!  Snickers...  Cody...  Sheldon the goldfish...   One-sided, sure, but I get psychic readings from their spirits...  I think!?  Do I?  Maybe so...  "What was that you said?......"

Wouldn't it be dandy to know what our dead pals are up to, where they are, where they're hanging out?  Wouldn't that be a comfort to us non-dead persons?  Knowing there's something swell waiting for us in the great beyond?  (I wonder who came up with that expression?)...  "The Great Beyond"!  Religious folk tell us there is such a place!  (I wonder where they keep it?)

Karl??  Is that YOU!  Speak to us!!
You seem to be missing
some body art!!??

They got bus service going there?  "Taxi!!...  The Great Beyond, and step on it!  Follow that cloud!!"

Death is a funny business, not humorous funny, but strange, like a dark mist with reclining chairs for an unspecified number of shadowy passengers.  A puff of green steam into which the former living are swallowed up and carried off.  What?  Upward, laterally, downward?  Or do they hover until their tickets are punched?  

We just lost a very dear friend.  Where did she go?  The body decays, of course, but where does the intellect go?  The Soul?  Where?  Does it or can it inhabit a new host being?  Animals?  A frog?  Newly minted humans?  Some people believe in multiple lives, reincarnation.  Must one wear a carnation on one's tunic or in one's lapel to indicate another chance at life?  I must start searching, looking at passers-by to see who's wearing carnations on their tunics or in their hair...   or perched on their ears, maybe?!

Let us all hold hands and start the seance...  We got a big enough table?  "Is that someone knocking?...  Miss Lemmon, Miss Lemmon!  Are you there?  Can they hear us??  Let them in...!"

(Special Note:   I find I now have amassed nearly 100,000 views via my humble postings!  I've been compensated for none!  Outrageous!  I was hoping to invest in a block of subordinated debentures!  Perhaps a mink stole like Miss Lemmon's!  Where the devil are my royalties??)  

(Special Note of Dedication:   For Miss Lemmon, Karl, Herky...  and for all of our most beloved and departed chums.  Wherever you are, I hope you can read this and maybe send us some notes...  Reincarnated speaking creatures as stand-ins are welcome!)

Submitted 12-02-2025...  By Joel K