Call it unexpected affirmation.
A warlock friend of mine was driving through Ames, Iowa the other day. Amusingly, his route took him along Stange Road.
Locally pronounced stang, Stange (in two syllables) is originally a Norwegian surname; in this case, presumably the name of some City Father of days gone by.
But of course stang is also the name that witches give to the furca or forked pole that represents the Horned God. So you can't help but feel that there's something special—or amusing, at least—about driving down “Stang” Road.
Then he came to the intersection with Thirteenth Street.
“Meet me at the corner of Thirteenth and Stang.” Sounds like a line from a bad Witch novel, probably by some hack like Steve Posch.
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You're a troublemaker, Anthony, but then, we already knew that. Good advice, duly taken on board. Stay tuned.
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Well Steven you've told a lot of stories over the years. Perhaps this is a call to gather the stories and put them in a book. Th