Happy Hauntings, Or Not
I was an imaginative kid. I've always been an explorer by nature, tantalized by the idea that there was more yet to discover, fascinated by wondering what might lie outside our current view.
For that reason, I had all the fascinations you'd expect of a kid with those proclivities growing up in the 1970s, the era of "Star Trek", "In Search Of", Doug Henning on Broadway, and "Close Encounters Of The Third Kind". I also grew up reading Ray Bradbury, Dr. Strange comic books, and more than my share of stories about ghosts and monsters, most especially in "The World's Most Intriguing True Mysteries" by Rupert Furneaux, a book I acquired so young, probably second or third grade, that I cannot possibly recall how it came into my possession. I wasn't content to squint at grainy footage of Bigfoot that turned up occasionally on black and white TV specials, and…
