Resurrection

After nearly two years of ignoring this blog it's time to wake the dead. And what's more appropriate than a ghost story?

I was in the hangar last night changing the oil on two of our airplanes. I'd gotten the oil out of the 172 and was in the process of draining the Sundowner when I heard the radio station change to a paranormal show. I was too busy to change it, but wish I had.

I don't believe in ghosts. The last time I was really frightened was at a "Friday the 13th" extravaganza in college. But at 11:00 p.m. in a pole-barn hangar, at a quiet airport, with the plane I'd just flown making the usual postflight noises, the hangar rattling gently in the breeze and all sorts of creatures making their noises outside, and a radio show talking about bodies without faces and ghost "sightings," the creeps hit, -badly.

Out the door, straight to the van, a quick pop on the door handle to get the interior lights on and a look in the back seats to search for lurkers, the short drive home feeling an eternity waiting for the ghoulish hand to drop on my shoulder - yep, I had it bad.

Note to self: No "paranormal" shows at the hangar. Ever.