‘What a lovely day for a late August drive,’ Jane said with a smile. ‘We will pack a picnic lunch to eat by the cemetery after we see Grandma A’s grave,’ Jane continued. ‘We shall reflect on the sweet summer that is slipping through our fingers,’ Jane laughed. ‘We must pack Merlot and Oscar Mayer Wieners,’ Jane giggled.

‘Of course, the Merlot is essential for a late August journey to the cemetery,’ Neva J chimed in. ‘It is dusk now; soon it will be dark, a bit like Halloween,’ Neva J mentioned. ‘I will pack some candles for our Supper in the cemetery,’ Neva J winked.

‘The candlelight casts shadows on the tombstones,’ Chet noted. ‘Look, coming down the graveyard path, people wearing Halloween Costumes,’ Chet noted with some concern. ‘Well, it is President Trump and former President Biden and Kennedy with LBJ bringing up the rear of the procession,’ Chet mused. ‘Their masks are comical in their complexity,’ Chet noted.

‘I see four masked figures, but they are not four Presidents; they are mysterious,’ Billy B observed. ‘Sitting beside me is President Kennedy, who told me to beware the Russians,’ Billy B said with some trepidation.

‘I can’t remember if I cried the day I read about his widowed bride.’

‘So it is a long drive back from Mt. Vernon to Eldorado,’ Jane said. ‘I hope our headlights hold out,’ Jane continued. ‘Four people are hitchhiking, a family with car trouble,’ Jane alerted.

‘Where are we?’ Neva J asks. ‘Through the dim headlights, I see myself walking toward the cemetery holding a candle,’ Neva J whispered.

Perhaps it is the Merlot or even the Oscar Mayer Weiners, but something is strange here, and it is not exactly clear,’ Chet said with conviction. ‘Are we the ones in the mirror, or are they?’ Chet asked.