Ghosties, ghoulies, and things that go "bump".

[Haipule]

1978. My grandfather was in terrible condition from Emphysema. I was 19 years old. Having went off on my own , only to fail and return to my parents home. I was distraught about my grandpa. I decided to chill out by taking a walk in the desert with my Irish Setter. I parked just south of the Waddell Dam north of Phoenix  We walked a few miles and the sun was setting. I could not find my pick up truck. My training in desert survival taught me not to panic. I knew I was in the right vicinity. I began to walk in an outward spiral knowing my truck was nearby. As me and my dog walked in expanding concentric circles a pack of coyotes had surrounded us and were walking in circles with us. I knew coyotes were not a threat but were extemely curious. They yipped and I continued until I ran into my forest green truck (1964 F150) parked under a Mesquite tree. I drove home late. My mother met me at the door and pointed her finger at me "You were lost in the desert and dogs were following you!"

 I might consider my Mother psychic but she has not got anything right since '78.

My mom is psychic as well. When I lived in Tasmania, she, from California, knew every time I was in the hospital in Hobart(all surfing related)! Since then I know all women are psychic and have a third eye. Whenever, a women orders 3 boxes of contacts I ask, "one for each eye?"

[chimp3]

1978. My grandfather was in terrible condition from Emphysema. I was 19 years old. Having went off on my own , only to fail and return to my parents home. I was distraught about my grandpa. I decided to chill out by taking a walk in the desert with my Irish Setter. I parked just south of the Waddell Dam north of Phoenix  We walked a few miles and the sun was setting. I could not find my pick up truck. My training in desert survival taught me not to panic. I knew I was in the right vicinity. I began to walk in an outward spiral knowing my truck was nearby. As me and my dog walked in expanding concentric circles a pack of coyotes had surrounded us and were walking in circles with us. I knew coyotes were not a threat but were extemely curious. They yipped and I continued until I ran into my forest green truck (1964 F150) parked under a Mesquite tree. I drove home late. My mother met me at the door and pointed her finger at me "You were lost in the desert and dogs were following you!"

 I might consider my Mother psychic but she has not got anything right since '78.

My mom is psychic as well. When I lived in Tasmania, she, from California, knew every time I was in the hospital in Hobart(all surfing related)! Since then I know all women are psychic and have a third eye. Whenever, a women orders 3 boxes of contacts I ask, "one for each eye?"

As I said, that was the last time she got it right. 38 years later, a long series of bad guesses. So, no psychic abilities!