In late August of '97 my friend Larry and I got together on a Wednesday afternoon to play a game of tennis. We were in North Cambridge, MA and neither of us knew where the nearest tennis courts were. I pulled up to a cop who was directing traffic around a construction area on a small side street and asked him for directions to the nearest courts. Though neither of us said anything at the time, we both thought there was something weird about that cop. I'm not sure if it was the way he was dressed or his attitude but there was something. The cop directed us to courts only about a block away. I followed his instructions, turned right onto a driveway and , sure enough, we both saw 3 tennis courts. All 3 courts were occupied and people were playing vigorously in the left and center courts. Larry and I both noticed an attractive brunette in the right court preparing to address the serve. I pulled my car into a parking lot on my immediate right. Larry jumped from the car and said, "where did the tennis courts go?" I got out of the car and said, "they were right here!" The courts, the small field on the left and everything we were looking at were gone! Instead there was a building that was not there when we pulled in. We looked all around but there was no sign of any tennis courts. Later I found out there were tennis courts there - but they were torn down in 1954! We somehow either saw ghosts or we traveled back in time.
Why doesn't anything cool like this ever happen to me? I drink, I try drugs, I go without sleep, how come I never see any ball lightning or ghost tennis courts or ghost chickens? It isn't fair
Rosborne, I hope you know that we really do appreciate you.
Quote:.Why doesn't anything cool like this ever happen to me? I drink, I try drugs, I go without sleep, how come I never see any ball lightning or ghost tennis courts or ghost chickens? It isn't fair
Yours is a vanilla world, rosborne. A world where nothing changes; a world of rosbornes.
Either find some better drugs, my friend, or quit your complaining.
I never expected you to return, to defend yourself, and I am now at a loss for words.
If what you say is made up, you have the makings of a great story teller. Both accounts are very believable, that is to say not fantastical and implausible--except for the metaphysics of ghost existence, of course.