It was a 3 ½ gun day. I’ll bet you think I’m kidding, but I’m not. I helped my friend John clean his mother’s house today. She died a while back, and it’s been a big job for him to work full-time and sort through her belongings in his spare time. I was mostly bagging up clothes for the thrift store and cleaning closets when I found the first gun and ½. What’s a half a gun? In this case, it was a rifle stock. The other rifle looked complete, and John took some pleasure in showing me how the bayonet worked. That gun was from WWI.
I went through a closet in another room and found another rifle. John was pleased and joked about me finding more in the house. Well, that just becomes a challenge. I found a BB gun revolver in a drawer, so that equaled 3 ½ guns for the day. I was starting to like Polly. You’ve got to have a sense of humor to have a gun hidden next to a baby bootie. I also got to keep Polly’s art supplies. John gave me some other things too, the only condition being to say a prayer for Polly. Easy, and glad to do it.
Maybe I’ve got a screw loose, but I enjoy the archeological dig of an old lady’s house, especially a lady with character. I can’t imagine Polly would waste time haunting anybody. She probably laughed at me wearing her very cool hats.