It’s like the scissors are cursed or something. (Hey, that’s the start of a horror story — one of you get on that. I’ve got enough works-in-progress as it is.)
The solution is obvious — I need to never gat a haircut again. Maybe I’ll develop super-strength, like Samson. After a lifetime of trying in vain to develop superpowers, I figure the universe owes me.
Formerly The Patrick Henry Hotel, it opened in 1925. It’s got its own share of ghost stories, and one of them is pretty intense.
It kinda looks like it could be haunted, you know what I mean?
Source: “Poetry Lovers” on Facebook
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
[Dedicated to My Autumn Girl]
Just a reminder — if you want to plan something special for Valentine’s Day, a friend of mine is helping to organize a really fun event in Troutville, Virginia. Details below; you can buy tickets right here.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 