I found this sitting on the table beside my bed this morning. As it’s in my handwriting, I imagine that I must have written it at some point during the night.
While I doubt that beloved local historian James Mann is, in fact, a ghost, I do like the idea that he could be.
If you have ever touched James Mann, and can state for certain that he is, in fact, a real, flesh-and-blood human being of our century, and not a ghostly apparition from Ypsilanti’s past, please let me know. Until then, however, I plan to proceed as though he is a ghost… as, if nothing else, it will make his torch-lit cemetery tours all the more thrilling.