KTW

I see in an obituary in the New York Times that Kathryn Tucker Windham of Alabama has passed away. When I was growing up in that state, her books were your main go-to source for "real-life" ghost stories. ("Now there's another Alabama ghost," emails fellow Alabaman Tom Franklin.) According to the NYT she also wrote about "encounters with sweat bees, which land on people and lick perspiration." And she delivered a radio address entitled "Honeysuckle Blossoms Smell Wonderful." Of her radio performances, one of her producers is quoted as saying, "Her pauses were almost as long as the content." That's the way to be! But for me, she'll always mean ghosts.