Marley and Scrooge

The ghost blogger is laughing a bit too much. I think I'm gonna write some of these entries myself. I'll be the ghost of my own ghost. I'll be Marley haunting Scrooge. Wait, is that the correct Dickens analogy? I don't think I ever read him, but I worked at Renaissance Faires. But I had cool handmade boots. My wife (let's just call her MAD) threw them out in disgust. She never really liked the Jeremiah Johnson look.