Mr. Joe Bailey and his wife are out riding on his motorcycle. [brrrrrummmmmm sound effects here). After awhile Mrs. Bailey taps her husband on the shoulder and yells, "Honey! Stop!" [screeeech! he stops. "What's the matter?" "I'm COLD!" "Well, here, put on my motorcycle jacket." They go along awhile longer [brrrrrrrrruuummmmmm sound effects again.) Mrs. Bailey taps her husband on the shoulder again, [screeeeech! he stops the bike again. "What's the matter now?" "Honey, I'm STILL cold." "Well, you jus' turn that jacket around an' put yo' arms in backwards like." "O.K. honey." So along they go again. [bbrrrrrrrrrrrrrruummmmmmmmmmm. Forty mile an hour, sixty mile an hour, eighty mile an hour, they come to a big curve and he misses it, and WHAM!
A crowd gathers, and after a little while the Parish PO-leece show up in their pickup truck with the big ol' antenna in the back goin' ker-SCLUNK, ker-SCLUNK! PO-leece get out of the truck, walk over to the crowd. Officer asks, "What has happen' here to these FINE young people, hein?"
Somebody in the crowd say, "Well, Mistah Joe, suh, he was kil'd OUTright, but Miz Bailey she was all right 'til we turn her head aroun'."
(Sorry).
There's a tunnel up in the N. Ga. mountains that's supposed to be haunted. The tunnel on the Smoky Mountain Railroad, right above the Tuckasegee River Gorge where we kayak frequently, is supposed to be haunted by the ghosts of eight convicts who were working on the tunnel and drowned in the river, chained together, when their boat capsized. Supposedly if you walk through the tunnel you meet them in the dark. (I've got enough to do keeping my 'yak upright or hitting my Eskimo roll without worrying about walking through a tunnel - but I can see why a boat capsized in this river, I do it a lot!)