Saturday, October 4, 2008
On the Road to Newberry S.C.
I'm driving down the mountains today on my way to the Oktoberfest in Newberry, South Carolina, to share a few ghost stories at Books on Main and listen to a little polka music. Autumn is the time for ghosts and I can feel them moving near.
Jean, in New Orleans, recently told me about a ghost cat who lived in her house in 1966-67. This cat let people know that his name was Jonathan. And she's still not sure how he did that. It was like he could talk, she said, but he wasn't actually talking. You just sort of knew what he wanted to say.
More when I get back.