Dear Humans,

I drove all the way up Riverdale Road the other day. Ten miles from just north of 88th to Highway 7. And it got me thinking about history.

Have you heard the stories about Riverdale Road? That you can see a lady in a white dress who disappears as soon as you spot her? That you can see bloody handprints on the street signs? That you can hear screams from where the Wolpert mansion once stood? That a Camaro with one-headlight cruises around the windy curves?

I don’t believe in ghost stories, but I do believe in history. And I do know that history haunts the present. The things that happened in a place make a place–and the people who live there–what it is today.

Even if they didn’t really happen.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt