A Rationalist’s Ghost Story
…atched with sandpaper or maybe it was just because he seemed to love everything—his wife, his kids, his bike, helping other people. I never asked the guy his name. He didn’t ask mine, but I still remember his thin face, his skinny legs, his red bandana and his wild gray hair to this day. So to answer your question, I wanted to tell a good story—a spooky story because what my family and I went through was spooky…and I wanted to share the love. What…
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