JOURNEY THROUGH A WALL
You all know the legend of the phantom hitch-hiker. A driver picks up a figure on a lonely road and gives it a lift into town. On the way, it vanishes. The driver looks in the glove-compartment and under the seat; the figure isn’t there. The doors are locked, imprisoning the only explanation left. Reaching the town, the driver stammers out his story. He is informed that a person matching his passenger’s description was tragically killed on that same road more than a decade previously. So the hitcher was a ghost!
I’ll spare further details. Suffice to say I’ve milked sore the udder of that tale with my antics. I am Mark Anthony Zimara, trickster and lovable scoundrel. Actually I’m a pepper-pot salesman, but no less dastardly for that. One stretch of road exists, I w
