Now that's spooky

I was going to whip out a brilliant post but then . . . the weirdest social interaction just happened . . . involving some middle-aged lady mutely stopping outside my cubicle, gingerly holding with two fingers a long strip of napkin or toilet paper or something. It trailed down and fluttered at her waist. She just held it there until I took it from her and threw it away. I had no idea what to say, except "…………thanks……….?"

Who knows anything about Spooky Wignall? These are the facts (or rumors) I know:

1) He may or may not have killed somebody.

2) The police dredged his pond.

3) He paid Garrett $50 for a ride to the Red Garter Parlor, in Oscumwa.

I called Garrett two days ago for information. It basically went like this:

"What's Spooky Wignall's first name?"

"You called me for the first time in . . . six months to ask about Spooky Wignall?"