During our Labor Day weekend visit to Charleston, S.C., we decided to do something that a family like ours (a mom, a dad, a 16-year old and 12-year old) would all enjoy. We sat in our hotel room for an entire day and played with our smart phones!
Not really. Although my kids consider this a viable option when forced to spend a holiday weekend with their parents. My 12-year old actually suggested it.
Instead, we forced them out into the world to see a few things. Although some things they most enjoyed were things they didn’t see.
Yes, that’s rather a mysterious statement, but it’s apt, considering the mysterious journey we went on: a “Ghost Tour” of Charleston.
There are only about 243 different Charleston “ghost tours” to choose from, so my wife tried to pick one that seemed to have started it all. I think the tour’s name had the word “Original” in it. But I can’t remember because my ticket, which I was saving to remind me, disappeared! I know, weird, right?
Strange things like this happened throughout the evening. For example, before the tour began, while waiting at the prescribed meeting spot, I found in the pocket of my shorts the ghostly remains of a list of column ideas that I’d gathered long ago and hadn’t seen for years! (Or at least that’s what I saw; my wife just saw a wadded-up napkin that had been left in that pocket and gone through the wash.)
When the tour guide showed up, he gathered us for an introductory talk, during which I noticed a few odd things. For one thing, the sky had gotten quite dusky, and yet he still wore sunglasses! And the longer he spoke, the more I sensed I was hearing something otherworldly. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his voice, and realized he sounded quite a bit like Elvis Presley! And this was made all the more mysterious by the fact that – of all the members of my family – the only one who could hear the resemblance was ME!