By Eric Lutz
I don’t believe in ghosts.
But, if I did, it would be because of a weekend trip to Galena I took a few years back, when about ten seconds of “The Lovecats” by The Cure emanated from a closed laptop in the middle of the night.
I was pretty freaked out at the time, certain we’d been visited by some hipster ghost with a penchant for eighties post-punk, and wound up driving around all night until day broke.
Nowadays, I’m inclined to think the only thing scary about that night was my carbon footprint.
Maybe it’s strong to say I don’t believe. More accurately, I just don’t think about it very much. Read the rest of this entry »