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LEDGER COLUMNIST
Here are some clues
Over the years, I've had a lot of fun writing this column at the expense of friends and family. Time and time again, they'll say "We're going to get even with you one of these days. You just wait!" (Clue Number 1) "You can't embarrass me," I tell them. "I already write about all the dumb stuff I do anyway." Still they persist. I can see them all now, sitting around plotting and planning. One such plan came to fruition this past Friday night. My wife and I attended the annual Halloween party at the home of some friends of ours who live in town (Clue Number 2) in the middle of a heavy trickor treating area. (Clue Number 3). One person guessed it was one of two sons of friends of mine (clue Number 4). They were close, but wrong (Clue Number 5). Another noticed my lookalike's manicured nails and large ring in Monday's front page photo (Clue Number 6). Still another thought he recognized the portion of garage and fence in the background of the photo (Clue Number 7). Some of my Ledger comrades didn't think my Halloween lookalike bore much of a resemblance until I pointed out that what they thought was a wig wasn't that at all. It was a fur hat similar to the one I wear in cold weather and have on in the picture that appears in my columns published during the winter months. She (Clue Number 8) was also puffing on an unlit cigar. I don't smoke nearly as many cigars as I used to, but when I'm on the golf course, riding on my John Deere or after a good meal, I will light one up. Since I play golf with her husband (Clue Number 9), I suppose that's how she knows about that little vice of mine. Or it could be she's been out to dinner with my wife and me and had to endure my smoking while on the way home from dinner (Clue Number 10). Several years ago while at the beach, one of our dinner party had a wee bit too much to drink and was feeling a little green around the gills on the ride back to our rental house. He blamed his distress and loss of dinner on "that $#@%&*$ cigar." It was all much to the delight of my 'lookalike,' as this same person used to love to tell her "You don't have to throw up to have a good time." (Clue Number 11). That's been about 15 years ago and he hasn't said it since. I'll have to admit, when I saw "Cody" walk out of her house last Friday night I was at a loss for words. I couldn't take my eyes off of me. My wife cracked up, as did everyone else at the gathering — at my lookalike and the expression on my face. I'll remember this Halloween for a long time to come, but I have vivid memories of others, too. Reading Tim Gulla's column last week, reminded me of some of the costumes I have donned — from the pumpkin suit my Mom made me when I was a youngster to the big box I cut arm holes in, painted white and glued black circles on. That was for a music-themed Halloween party. My partner and I were "Tumbling Dice." Rolling Stones. Remember? Folks get pretty creative at this time of year, grownups act like kids and generally just have a good ol' time. Half the fun is seeing what others come up with. I saw a lot of would-be presidents and vice-presidents. I saw a plumber, too, but it wasn't Joe (Clue number 12). There was no mention of a prize for figuring out who my lookalike is, but just to see if anyone has read this far and has been paying attention, I've got a pretty good one for you. Two tickets to this year's Carolina-Clemson game ($120 value!). Assuming more than one person will figure it out, this is how it will work. Mail your guess to: Lookalike, The Gaffney Ledger, P.O. Box 670, Gaffney, S.C. 29342. Include your name, address and phone number. We'll draw a winner from the names of all those who guess correctly. The deadline to submit your guess is Friday, Nov. 21 at noon. We'll announce the winner in our Monday, Nov. 24 edition. The game is Saturday, Nov. 29. Good luck. Cody Sossamon (cody@gaffneyledger.com) is publisher of The Gaffney Ledger. |
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