Just returned from a brief visit to the Lone Star State. (Took Kendra back to school. First day of class was today.) It took us a while but Mom and I managed to find the house in Georgetown where she and Dad lived. That got Mom to talking about how you used to stay with them. Then she told me something kinda interesting about the other house, the ranch in Liberty Hill. When they put you down to bed in the evening, you would gaze out the window over to this spooky house nearby. OK. And you would talk to the house. That's fine; you were a little kid. And the house would talk back to you. Uh...wait a minute.
Please tell me this memory was just some movie scene that somehow got mixed into your neurons.