The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Bill Broadstreet being a ghost in front of my apartment in the spring of 1967, along with one of his girlfriends. He really is a ghost now. He died about 9 years ago after struggling for years with drugs and alcoholism.
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