Every year, in the quaint (a polite term for "one-horse") town of Vernon, Idaho, at a small, out-of-the-way bed and breakfast, something remarkable happens. On the second of July, and every second of July since Idaho was part of Mexico Territory, the barrier between our world and the world to come has parted. Ghosts walk, talk, and occasionally physically interact with the living. Sometimes these meetings are heartwarming, sometimes they're terrifying, sometimes they're amusing, sometimes they're heart-breaking, and sometimes they're arousing.
If you happen to be driving up Route 78 in between Bruneau and Murphy, make an effort to stop by the Noble Oak Bed and Breakfast, and if there's a room, book one, and try to stay awake that night. After a while, there will be a knock on the door. And whoever is standing on the other side of it will be someone special . . . someone important to you personally . . . someone dead.
What you do then, well, that's up to you.
Oh, and the second of July also happens to be the birthday of my childhood best friend. Coincidence?
Well, no.
R.B.O.
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