Don’t mean to scare ya, but … – Powell Tribune


It’s kind of telling that this is my Halloween column, and you may recall I hinted of this lateness problem in my April Fools’ column late last May. Nonetheless, Halloween reminded me of an eerie period of my humble upbringing in rural Pennsylvania dairy farm country. The fact that our old house — “The old Blough Schoolhouse” that dad bought long before I arrived — had plenty of creaks and furnace groans at night added to the acoustical chill.

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