This past summer I had been consumed with finding my way into a satisfactory performance version of "Little Musgrave". The murders therein were voiced repeatedly by me at the central hearth of our home.

After several weeks - in still moments within our home - my wife and I would jointly hear unexplained thuds - and once - the sound of a door closing in an adjacent room. (A quick investigation showed no open windows.) My wife reports that she occasionally caught swift moving shadows out of the corner of her eyes.

In late October, as we retired for a night's rest, we jointly heard the distinct sound of light metal-on-metal (best described as a single American dime being repeatedly dropped on a pile of dimes) just beyond our reach beyond the night stand.

The events subsided at the onset of November. (Our hope is that the whatever-it-is wintered well in Florida and plans to revisit before long.)

I will also report an occurance - during a September weekend's private feast of tunes and ballads - while singing the song at a friends' home in Illinois. Their black cat (lawd, what a cliche!) made her one-and-only appearance of the weekend by carefully pawing her way into the middle of our gathering - looked me in the eye - and commenced ta' howl (o' course, if you heard me sing, you might take ta howlin' yerself)....

These happenings are attested to by this seal:   DJC

All the Best,

Danny