Rosa Celeste: Dante and Beatrice gaze upon the highest Heaven/Public Domain/Wikimedia

The first memory of seeing him was when I was six-years old. Peaking at me from around a large tree, he wore a black thigh-length coat, black pants, black large-rimmed flat top hat, white collared shirt and a bolo tie. Thinking back, he reminds me of an old-fashioned preacher-type.

I wasn’t scared of him. In fact, I was quite fascinated by him. He was there one minute, gone the very next. I remember going around the tree calling to him, “Hey, Mister! Where’d you go?”

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