Stayed in a Bed & Breakfast up in Maine about 25 years ago when we went skiing at Sunday River. We were on the 3rd floor and each of the rooms shared a single bathroom at the end of the hall. In the morning I was up early and when I came out of my room there was a little boy looking out of the door across the hall - I said Hi & gave him a little wave, he didn't say anything, but watched me walk down the hall - when I came back the door was closed.
I said something to the owners when we went down for breakfast - and they looked at each other and kind of smiled.....we were the only people up there. Turns out when the house was a tenement house for factory workers around the turn of the century, the people who ran it had a son who had died in the house - never caused any trouble but he would show up every now and again.
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Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
Some guys come home from work and wash up,
And go racin' in the street.
Bruce Springsteen - Racing In The Street - 1978
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09-27-2010, 07:55 AM
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