A Humor E-zine by a guy named Ghost?

Why not? For our Humor E-zine, The Ghost Post, we scour Life Itself for everything from unusual headlines to--oh, you want to know about this Ghost guy?

Makes sense to me. I myself like to know about the author behind my reading material, although with or without that info, I'm definitely a readaholic. Ask my wife; she often has to pry my nose out of a book to get me to notice her. (Silly of me, since she's definitely worth noticing.)

Oh. Yes. Ghost. That's my nickname, and I'm one of the writers of the Humor E-zine. Others include Pam (my worth-noticing wife), Moe Key Man (a Garfield of a house cat), Kitten Precious (his kitty buddy), Green Eyes (the black cat who adopted us and lives in the garage)...and last but not least, Missy (the stunning leopard gecko who is a reptile of few words).

We love writing for The Ghost Post, which is made so simple to do by using site build it tools, but you don't care about that. You want to know why Ghost is stalling about explaining his nickname.

Don't you?

Okay, okay. Well, my given name is Fred, which I detested as a youngster in grade school. My classmates, boys who couldn't pull a C in English, DID discover that EVERYTHING rhymes with that name. For example:

Fred, Fred, wet the bed

And wiped it up with gingerbread!!

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Add to that the fact that my middle initial is...E, as in Humor E-zine (except that this was before Humor E-zines or ANY E-zines were even imagined except in the minds of science fiction writers).

Yes, that E meant I had to literally fight my way out of high school to get people to quit calling me Freddy. Since my peers considered me a coward back then, that made for fun times.

So I guess I was open for a cool nickname...but Ghost would not have been my first pick.

It all started somewhere around ten to fifteen years ago. People started noticing my face sometimes looked really pale, even blue. Nothing to do with my health; I've been checked out.

But total strangers to this day will occasionally blurt out,

"Why are you so blue?"

After a few hundred conversations like that, wouldn't YOU want to have a comeback? My first effort in that direction was,

"Oh, it's simple, really. My grandaddy was a Smurf."

Sometimes that worked and they'd let it go. Sometimes not. So after a few years, I came up with,

"You've heard of the Living Dead? I'm actually a Zombie!"

That worked better. Until the day I said that to a 12-year-old boy...who BELIEVED me! His jaw dropped. His sneakers glued to the sidewalk. His eyes bulged.

I tried to tell him I was joking, but too late. No go. I'm sure that 100 years from now, his descendants will be telling their kids about the time their ancestor met a real Zombie in Montana.

======================== THAT WAS IN 2003 =======================

In 2006, we moved to Colorado. I got a job driving truck in the gasfields, and a guy who calls himself Hippee (he really is an old hippie) took one look at me and started calling me Ghost.

When I drove on straight night shift, though, some people figured I couldn't be out in broad daylight. I explained that would be a vampire, not a Ghost, but did they listen?

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Thanks for reading,

Fred

P.S. As a special bonus, we scoured the Internet until we found a great website, clean humor for parents. Think of it as a do-it-yourself Humor E-zine between issues of The Ghost Post!

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