Paranormal? This burg is rife with it. I live three structures east of a Masonic hall and three structures west of the Neosho river. As you walk north along the river, it is lined with old southern mansions. One belongs to Ray. Very few know Ray’s given name is Margaret. None knew Ray was involved with a local banker. She was married, but her husband was passing from cancer. This small desperate affair ended when the banker died in a car accident. Not knowing of the affair nor of Ray’s given name, a local woman known to be cursed with a high degree of empathy was struck in a dream to go to the bankers wake, held just across from my studio. She was compelled to go with one yellow rose with a card that red, “To Margaret”. She handed the card to one outside the funeral reception who happened to be Margaret’s daughter. She took the rose upstairs to her mother who was shocked, of course, to receive a yellow rose one more time (something that had special meaning between them) from the man who she had thought she had lost.
Subject: This is the heart of Paranormal 
Mon Aug 31, 2009 6:45 pm
