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Thats easy. The dead always vote democratic. Sometimes more than once. parsy.

Make of this what you will. When I was 10 my father was at the tail end of a long illness (he was only 44 with five kids). Mom and my brother would have to travel a bit to see him at the VA hospital so the rest of us would be handed off to relatives for short periods of time. I was with one of my older cousins and her brother who was much closer to my age. My little sisters may have been there too. Anyway, we were hanging out in her apartment doing what kids do when the phone rang. Immediately I knew. It rang a couple of times before it was answered but I looked at my younger cousin and sort of shrugged my shoulders. (He'd lost his father too.) I KNEW. I knew at the moment that that phone rang that my father was dead. (I had no real idea what death meant but I knew it was bad.) My older cousin didn't say anything to us but we were herded over to my aunt's house (another America back then) where my mother gathered us together to deliver the news. Supernatural? Paranormal? Probably not. Maybe I picked up on all the undercurrents of what was going on all around me. (I am very sensitive and perceptive. :-P) But, I tell you, it was very strange.

parsy, don't you have a good ghost story for us?