Like most folks, I scoffed at UFO and Ghost stories; at least I did until I saw it. It’s a day I’ll never forget. It was November 1, but it was early. In fact, you could say it was still Halloween night. It was cold and black as pitch when I saw it. That was forty years ago. Back when I wore a younger man’s shoes; running shoes to be precise, Onitsuka Tigers, state of the art footwear in ’78……
Don’t you just love fall? I certainly do. I love its crisp mornings and its sunny afternoons. I love the crackle of leaves underfoot and the bustle of harvest in the fields. I love its glorious landscapes, especially here in southern Indiana. Down here you see, we’re blessed, unlike northern Indiana we have miles and miles of forested hills. In those hills, you will discover vistas equal to any found in Kentucky or Tennessee. Just take a Saturday drive through…..
Tomorrow, October 17, I’ll be on my way to the Wells County Public Library (Bluffton IN). I’ll be there to participate in their Local Author Night (6-8 pm). This is an event for all ages, with approximately 20 local authors, including little old me. We will have booths set up where you can buy books, enjoy activities, crafts, or just chat with the authors. There will be chances to win several books throughout the evening. From 7-8 pm, Kay Reusser…..
With a start, I open my eyes. “Must’ve dozed off,” I think, and sheepishly glance around the room. Everything is in a haze. “Where am I?” The room is vaguely familiar; it’s a lecture room, and I am sitting near the front. A rotund graying man is at the blackboard droning on and on, although to me he sounds like an adult in a “Peanuts” cartoon; Blah, Blah, Blah. He steps aside, and I see that he has drawn a…..
I have a ghost, at least I think it’s a ghost. I have no other explanation for what happened. Let me back up – I have accumulated a lifetime of books. Some I purchased, others arrived as gifts from well-meaning friends. With the time demands of work and family, I left too many of these unread. I relegated them to the hall shelves, where they stood vigil and silently called to me as I passed. Year followed year, and their…..