| On a recent story assignment,
I
embarked on a ghost tour of Boston, Mass. In addition to learning about
who haunts Boston's venerable Parker House Hotel, the nation's first lending
library, and the bar where everyone knows your name (even if you're a
spook), I heard the tale of a retired dentist who encountered the shade
of a very improper -- or at least harmlessly mischievous -- Bostonian. |