A Spirit Woman? Does She Actually Exist?

Monday morning and Janis materializes on my sofa, drinks a cup of coffee, eats some pastry if I have some, and stuffs my Sunday Herald back inside the plastic bag. Then she heads out the door and evaporates into thin air as she heads down my front walk (top photo). She'll call later in the afternoon with a plaintive "Did you make any more coffee?" She's the stone deaf widow that lives down on the next block.

I lead such an exciting life with all of these beautiful women calling and visitng and begging rides to the grocery an the drugstore.