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Happy Halloween, friends. Here's a story of a psychic and a skeptic.

September 5 is a significant anniversary of a world-changing event that, given current challenges, can serve as a parable worth pondering.
We remember RMS Lusitania's central tragic figure by recalling her happier times.
There was much more to Paul Revere than a midnight ride in April 1775.
We remember the pivotal moments that became, for the few men involved, their finest hour.
Understanding "the people at large" is key to appreciating the vigorous reaction against Washington DC as a remote, defective machine, indifferent, unresponsive, and corrupt.

As Christians look skyward and sing, no voice is isolated in that noisy chorus that rattles the stars and has God smile on His children.
Christmas Eve of 1929 was frigid and snowy, which encouraged cheerful hearth fires in the cold and drafty offices of the West Wing.
To this day, readers glance up from the pages of "The Haunting of Hill House" to check a room's dark corners.
Abraham Lincoln's opponent was a strange combination of ego and indecision

This Labor Day we recall the 1935 hurricane and the poor people who were in the wrong place at the worst time.
In the fateful summer of '76, John Dickinson, for the only time in his life, mistook for a fatal error what was actually a magnificent madness.
A peerless combination of courage, honor, and fidelity defined this remarkable young man, making him unique among men notable for their resolve and achievements.
In a perfect melding of verse and faith, Julia Ward Howe had become a living tribute to her mother.
Washington and his country clowns gave America the most audaciously conceived Yuletide gift imaginable.
Robert Boyd Brazier and pilot Bill Esders were among those who attacked Japanese carriers while knowing that their fuel was likely to be insufficient.
It has happened here before. It is happening here again.
How a dedicated teacher with the patience of Job changed the life of a blind and deaf child.
Nobody has been able to gauge with any adequate measure what Patty's death did to Thomas Jefferson in the long run.