The old haunt was really called Seymour"s, a Victorian themed bar where I"d first gotten to know Phil. From that point on, it had become our local watering hole and informal debriefing station. Phil referred to it as the “old haunt,” pun intended, because of what we usually discussed there…ghosts. I arrived first and took up residence in our usual booth towards the back of the bar.
old hauntA few minutes later Phil sauntered through the door, stopping at the bar to order a beer, then made his way over to the table, removing his heavy top coat and hanging it on the ornate hook behind the booth. Phil"s in his mid-forties and is a tall guy, towering over me by more than an inch, which would put him in the six-foot-three neighborhood. He has large expressive eyes that appear to protrude from
