Hail, Ganesh*!*

  What began as an email among intimate friends and family has become an immediate sensation. All hail Genesh, the unforgettable, all-powerful lord who opens all doors and destroys all obstacles within his midst. I'd coveted one a very long while as my grandmother loved elephants, so did my neighbor, Pat Provident. There is an elephant museum in Gettysburg where I had taken Mummy and Theresa. They have an old-fashioned peanut warmer and paper bags of peanuts for sale that are the best ever. It's like being at a circus at the turn of the century. Their elephant collection rivals Pat's. I have an enormous elephant ring of Mummy's that I wanted to give to Pat, but they're both in The Great Beyond. That's probably how I scored the Ganesha box from the fabulous fellow who sold me my wolf goddess pendant. I think he figures me good for She Cernunnos after selling me the box made of real semi-precious: amethyst, calcedony, carnelian, garnet, aventurine, bloodstone, red jasper, sodalite, turquoise, and yellow agate. I've got an unusual malachite formation inside that reminds me of the mushrooms from Fantasia only silky emerald. I got the roly-poly Ganesh from The Emporium in Jim Thorpe years ago one Christmas. After years of searching I'd found my Ganesha. I have an elephant that I'd found in a box of Cracker Jacks a couple of months after Grandma passed away. Good news already, I've reserved my room at The Yellow House Hotel. My friend, Unique, says he's moving to Schoolhouse Plaza, (an old school), which is more good news. The lady with the Dracula tees did not have the sizes nor the shorts, but I got some other fab stuff from her for two dollars. TTYL, watching Kojak...