Old Man Seth Shadow

Something has crept into our house...and that something is Old Man Seth Shadow. For years, Old Man Seth has lived next door to us. He was your classic old fart: sitting on the porch with a rifle, warding off youngsters making their way home from school; screamin' at the paper boy every morning about the liberals; yelling at his 60 year old son on the phone because he couldn't hear a damn thing his son was saying; feeding the neighbor kid's balls that fell over his fence to his 15 year old chocolate lab, Coolidge.

Recently, after schooling the post-lady about her true place in the kitchen, he was hit upside the head with a heavy parcel, and fell to the ground. His skull was so dense and filled with right-winged cinder blocks that the fall didn't hurt him. He rose to his feet only for the postwoman to explain the concept of civil unions. Old Man Seth was in such shock that the gays weren't derived from Grimm's Fairy Tales that he had an instant stroke.

Old Man Seth's recently obtained truths of the liberal lifestyle lead his evil soul to roam the earth. His shadow crept its was under our door one night. Sometimes, if the house is really quiet, you'll hear whispers regarding Richard Nixon. And if you're REALLY lucky, you'll catch a glimpse of Old Man Seth Shadow, liver spots and all.



Thanks, Rimpy. You've done it again!