like old things. Large, musty houses reverberating music and laughter
thousand family feasts;
Old cars, chromed and curvaceous, recalling Sunday drives through
countryside since vanished;
Corbelled buildings on Main Street, where men with hats and women
in skirts sat at oak desks and transacted business by methods
Esthetic movie theatres where light and shadow flickered across
screens in dramas taut and unoffending;
Churches, austere and well-proportioned, whose melodic bells were
the only break in Sunday morning silence;
And I like old people - wise and revered - wandering through cemeteries
in autumn, reminiscing with family and friends.
Huffman is a musician, writer, collector of folklore and ghost
tales, and is currently at work on an anthology of supernatural
stories concerning the provenance of antiques.