After my recent notes on The Hamlet wherein I expressed doubts about the existence of witchcraft, sorcery, satanic worship, and general skulduggerous goings-on within these environs, Whoever Is In Charge decided it was time I see with my own eyes irrefutable proof of the mischief.
In The Hamlet.
Occurrence Number One
While at the gas station on Sunday, the kid parked in the forward gas pump had pentagram decals on the back window of his Subaru.
Occurrence Number Two
After my visit to the gas station, I pulled into my private parking spot and lo! On the ground in the parking lot lay a crushed and dirty (not-so-pointy) witch hat.
Coincidence? I think not.