Sorry for the teeny link, but that’s what my AVI file shows. Pretend you’re watching on an IPhone.
Roberta Gregory filmed me trying to recreate the ghost tour at Seattle’s Pike’s Place Market. It’s not crowded because it’s after hours. I got to go on the tour for free because I helped the tour guide string complimentary bead spirit plummets at the haunted bead shop in the market.
It was during the tour that I first heard that a market personality , whom I’d known and been fond while working the slabs at the market myself, had burned to death. Not the nicest way to discover something. I dunno if my gasp of “Mae?? Burned?? Oh no!” really added to the tour.
Working for the Forks Forum, I could never shake the feeling I’d known my first editor and her husband. Then he died, and I went to his beach-side wake. Over my shoulder I carried a black bag I’d bought in the market years ago.
She pointed at it, and said, “Where did you get that!?”
When I told her, she said, “My husband made those! We sold them in the market!”
That’s when we recognized each other. If you live long enough, you’ll stop accusing Dickens of too much wild coincidence. He couldn’t make this stuff up.
Her friends had all worked in the market and we spent most of the wake telling market stories.
