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Sure, first the Ghost Tale.
I was a graduate student in Norman, OK living in a house with other students. It was a small house that we were remodeling for our rent. I was trying to sleep down stairs on a cold February night when the wind started blowing. But it was as if the wind was focused on the front door. It seemed like it and it alone was under the force of the wind. It rattled and struggled to open and it was if someone wanted in from the outside. But I said something but of course no response. I had this gnawing feeling that still it was someone. Things settled down and I fell asleep. The next day my Dad called to tell me that my deaf/mute Grandfather had died during the night.
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Even a superstitious man has certain inalienable rights. He has a right to harbor and indulge his imbecilities as long as he pleases. . . He has a right to argue for them as eloquently as he can, in season and out of season. He has a right to teach them to his children. But certainly he has no right to be protected against the free criticism of those who do not hold them. He has no right to demand that they be treated as sacred. He has no right to preach them without challenge." -H.L. Mencken
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