Holidays with cousin Sandy were edifying. Depending on where she was in life I learned about typing, intercourse, neon tetras or how to clean a bag of weed. One visit found her dabbling in witchcraft. Always her fartleberry, I too had to dip my toe into the dark arts. I bought a book and read through it, my Catholic sensibilities suppressing the ancient woodcuts of naked potbellied waifs and their goaty familiars. Until one evening the summer breeze slammed my bedroom door shut. My framed picture of Diefenbaker leapt from the wall and I decided instead to become a pirate. [Image from: New Moon Occult Shop]
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