KILKENNY -- I used to carry pictures of the homes I lived in when traveling back through the 15 different communities that served as my home throughout the US. I started thinking about encountering the current residents of those homes when reading a humourous Byrd Report on the run-up to Halloween. What a way to wind up a homeowner--tell them you know the ghost in their house. From the Byrd Notes version of a drive-by visitor:
She and her family (abusive, nutzo, drug-alcohol-poolhall-lovin' hubby and two daughters) lived here in the 70's. She had no reservations about admitting the three day parties; drug-smuggling booty in dog food bags from Columbus (GA) to here and drying it in the attic (I've always wondered why there was a floor in the attic in a strange place), and shooting bullet holes in the walls while coked up jumping on a trampoline outside (I'm still pondering that one). In short, she answered a lot of questions I have been wanting to know since moving in this joint (no pun intended) in January '03. I also learned stuff that I really do *not* need to know. Little ditties like bones under the house (she could not clarify that they are or are not animal bones... "just bones," she said with a somewhat sinister glaze), and also I apparently do *not* live alone. In addition to the hell-sent mosquitos, I have a ghost living here rent-free. I've yet to meet him, and I would really prefer to keep it that way. I have *enough* excitement to tilt my meter these days. Putting that she was a few weaves short of a basket aside she volunteered a lot of information that I have always wanted to know AND she had pictures of what the ol' nest used to look like... back in the sixties when it was built. Neat stuff. I have a feeling that I have not seen the last of this interesting woman... fine with me as long as I don't have to buddy up with Casper here.
Byrd Nest -- "Recap and reload"