Who ya gonna call?

This past weekend, me and Kinsley watched The Ghostbusters.  I love that movie.  Every bit of it.  Everything from the eggs frying on the kitchen counter to the smiley godzilla-sized Stay Puft marshmallow man at the end.  Every once in a while I still fight to urge to say phrases like, "Are you the gatekeeper?" or "There is no Dana, only Zule!" Both said in a creepy possessed by devil-dog voices.  I'm well aware if you haven't seen this movie recently, you have no idea what I was just talking about.  It doesn't matter.  I love the movie.  When I was a kid, it ranked in my top 5 favorites.  It's weird and crazy and even more funny now than I perceived it to be when I was younger.  

In fact, I have always loved this movie so much... that I had the ghost killer backpack and gun thing.  So, I don't remember the technical name for it all.  I went on many a ghost hunt and caught many invisible growing ghouls in my ghost trapper.  The gun, which was attached to the backpack (complete with the Ghostbusters logo), made a very loud, obnoxious sound when you pulled the trigger.  It kind of sounded like an old car that won't start.  Either way, it was awesome.  The original Ghostbuster kit came with a glow in the dark Slimer ghost.  I lost that real quick-- thus me having to capture invisible ghosts.  Ghosts who are invisible are more  of a challenge to catch anyway, don'tcha know?  I don't mean to brag, but I was a pretty incredible Ghostbuster.

I asked Mom what ever happened to my Ghostbuster get-up.  She doesn't know.  It probably got thrown away or given to Goodwill years ago.    I would give anything to suit up again in my gear... sing "Who ya gonna call?!?" ...and catch invisible ghosts again.  Fun times, indeed.  Ah, man.  That was one of the best toys of all time.  I even tried to find pictures of it on google.  Couldn't find one of what I had.  I would suppose they were made around 20 years ago.  Ancient.  Sad.