I think we have a special brand of fun here in Crisp Crick Hallow, excuse me, just Crisp Crick. We called our quaint town Crisp Crick Hallow back in the day however changed it after we read Sleepy Hallow. Besides, “Why would a Hallow be near a Crick?” as Qwinky Jerksom would say.

Back to our kind of fun. Yes of course Hud Vapour would say that playing Parcheesi in the Grand Hotel was fun, but what does he know. No, I’m talking about “The Rusted Locket.” Our little slice of heaven, where we can drink and be merry without the pesky lawmen getting involved. Yes, this Speakeasy is slowly becoming a family tradition, but I will leave that story for another day. Besides Fanny Mulch would have a thing or two to say about family run businesses, considering she had run the Sewing shop on Main Street until her fingers swelled up and her kids ran off to God knows where. Doctor Zipher Lang did try to warn her.

Either way The Rusted Locket was home away from home.

That was until Badgison Wit Lundy walked in….