I'm baaaaaaaaack. Not much to brag about though.
Here I am lying on the train tracks in a dark, dreary NYC subway tunnel under Grand Central Station. Just hit by a speeding train, my body is bloody and battered. Ouch!
In 1920, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Harry Houdini met sharing an interest in spiritualism. Doyle led the movement participating in many séances. Houdini was a professed skeptic, yet hid his true feelings about spiritualism and the afterlife. Their friendship continued for a few years, but a public feud about medium cases led to an ultimate breakup. FOX brings to television, with some literary license, a 10-episode first season exploring this relationship as the two men set out to investigate the paranormal: one wishes to validate as truth, the other wishes to debunk as fakery.
by Barry H. Wiley
I was baffled. Jasper Marshall, a prominent land owner and operator of a couple of businesses in town, was shot to death several days ago.
Happened right after dinner the doctor said. In our town, Morgan, in Western Massachusetts, murders don’t happen but once a decade — the last one was 1913. This one happened about a week after I took the oath as police chief.
