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October 16, 2026.

Life is full of mirth and mystery. Ghosts are one source of mirth that stayed in my life for many years; not by direct choice, mind you. The jury is in on bigfoot and always has been. Now, to be perfectly straight, I would like to believe that there is a harmless forest boogeyman; it is at least a technical, biological possibility and probably did exist. Hominids have been around for nearly 10  million years. That's a lot of opportunity to cross a land bridge. As a wildlife biologist, with decades spent deep in the woods, working alongside thousands of other wildlife biologists and hunters, one of us by now would have unequivocal proof of their existance. We are trained, serious people, and if any one of us saw one, we would be screaming about it like a kid at Disneyland with their first giant lollipop.  There is no denying though, that as instinctual beings, we do feel the hair on our necks stand up and our seventh sense kicks in to take a better look around.

Ghosts are pure nonsense, and us white folks like us a good ghost story. If you can get paid telling ghost stories to gullible people, why not? Seriously though, the ghost hunters who sold this stuff on the learning channel were cowards. I was not impressed by their piteous frights, screeching into darkened corridors like sissies, interpreting the merest scuffles of roaches, mice, and drips of condensation, and the residual heat on walls from cameramen as the surest signs of spirits reaching from beyond. Listening to their recorder playback in reverse, and other things added post-production was hysterical, and made me face-palm quite often because people actually believe that crap.

They made a lot of money doing that, it was generally harmless, so who am I to deny them their fun. Unless they took themselves seriously, which they did, in which case I am fully vested in mirth. This is how I feel about a great. Many. Things. Misleading sad people is mean spirited, but so is bashing the same people for trampling their dearest wishes.

On the bright side, I also have marginally productive endeavors and ongoing projects that,  gosh darn it, make life enjoyable. For me, at least.