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Living on the backside of Boston's Beacon Hill in the sixties offered a view of life that was more than unconventional. It was wide open, diverse, and often kooky. And yes, there were some who proclaimed that they were legitimate practitioners of occult arts.
I have a certain respect for phenomena that I do not understand
"I ain't afraid of no ghost!" Hmm, well, no howling, ethereal walker through walls anyway. I don't get those. But the screaming young man in the basement of a building I used to live in? Yeah. He was always there, silently screaming at me. The first time I met him was quite the experience—just wide-mouthed, …
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