South Carolina

In Search of Annabel Lee

When Lucinda and I went to Charleston to attend a wedding, we went searching for the ghost of Annabel Lee.

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Stories

Enlightened by darkness and blinded by light

Not once upon a time, but here and now, two adventurers step off the trail. They climb down into a gully in search of a path improperly remembered. Careful clambering over rocks demands all of their attention. The spiderwebs at head height take them unawares. Fine strands cling to their faces, settle in their hair.… Continue reading Enlightened by darkness and blinded by light

Maine · Uncategorized

How to Escape the Tourist Trap

The coast of Maine is dotted with quaint small towns that come alive during tourist season. Along the commercial strip their streets are choked with gawkers and shoppers buying lobster rolls and pine scented candles and painted seashells. Belfast is one of those towns. Picturesque and unassuming. It sits just off route one at the… Continue reading How to Escape the Tourist Trap

Maine

The Mystery of the Forgotten Cemetery

“Did you know there’s a graveyard on County Woods Road?” My father asked me. I’d driven by it literally thousands of times and I’d never seen it. Never noticed it was there. A cemetery nestled in the woods between two houses on a country road in Newport. We couldn’t see it from the road. All… Continue reading The Mystery of the Forgotten Cemetery

New Hampshire

Memories of the Living. Echoes of the Dead.

The living and the dead both leave their mark on a city. During our tour of Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Lucinda and I sought out places where the voices of those gone before could most readily be heard. We began at St. John's Episcopal Church. Built in 1807 on the footprint of a wooden church that… Continue reading Memories of the Living. Echoes of the Dead.

New Hampshire

Adrift on the Ruins of History in New Castle

The ruins of history lie all around us. Sometimes we build over them, sometimes we forget them, and sometimes we don't. On the island of New Castle, New Hampshire, the ruins of a colonial fort guard the Pisquatua River at its outlet to the Atlantic Ocean. Across the river, through the mist, you can see… Continue reading Adrift on the Ruins of History in New Castle