Home now; cleaned up, red nightshirt; rain threatening. Two treats in the mail: check for articles written and a book. A book I’ve been searching for unable to find until two weeks ago. It’s called, “The Intruders,” by Pat Montandon. The true story of her ordeal living in a haunted house on crooked Lombard Street in San Francisco during the late sixties. So many years ago when I was in my twenties,working at Tulane Med School, a young medical student approached me with this book that he had found in the library and read. He said he was aware I believed in the unexplained and thought I would love reading this book; all he asked was that I not mention to anyone that he, as a medical student, to any professors or other students, was also a believer and that I simply return the book to the library when done. As the library was one block away, that was no trouble. And he was really a very fine student; his grades were excellent. I liked him.
This was a one-sitting read. It disappeared from the library and has not been catalogued for years; I did google searches to no avail, and something made me try two weeks ago and I hit pay dirt. Amazon had it in paperback and it arrived today. What’s more, it’s the size of the hardcover I remember, with the same cover, in excellent condition because it’s brand new. I’m looking forward to reading it very much again; (and the print is large.)
It’s threatening rain, wow, a huge gust of wind from the East just hit the palms outside the Ernest Hemingway Room. Going to settle down and watch the convention. Hope I don’t lose my signal!