Don and I were hiking The Rainbow Trail on a chilly October morning when we met Tom.

The only other person we had seen was a photographer shivering beside a couple tripods near Taylor Creek.  The camera guy had been trying to capture some of the wild life activity that occurred each fall during kokanee trout spawning season.  So were we. The year before we'd see a mother bear and cub enjoying some trout.

Tom, the man with the saw acted like the last person you'd expect to see sawing a fallen Aspen in the woods.  He laughed about the silliness of his technique, but he was a retired lawyer and was obeying the law.  He said permits were needed and you could only use a saw. But it took a long time to get through this small trunk with the saw he had.  It looked more like a serrated bread knife.

Don and I were bundled up with hats and gloves and asked Tom why he wasn't dressed more warmly.  He just laughed and shook his head. "When I first moved here I brought all my cold weather gear..."  I think he was from Chicago.  "I never wear it.  It never gets that cold."  But he was worried about his dog who was waiting in the car.  I had to just laugh when he opened the car door and out popped a little Dachshund sporting an orange knit sweater!

You gave us a different idea on retirement, besides hanging out at  country clubs. As you carried your few logs to the car, I tried to picture your wood burning fireplace.  I imagined some comfy rustic furniture and lots of shelves of books and a cozy dog pillow for Lilly. ​

Brent was not really a haunted singer, but I did have a rather eerie encounter with this young man outside the Von Minten Hotel a couple weeks ago.

I'm not sure how I could be so brave, because the place was a little creepy.  It looked like a hotel from the Twilight Zone, suddenly abandoned and left untouched. There was an old cash register and a few mailboxes. The key boxes were empty except for a few random items that looked like a calculator or a remote control.  There were letters and papers cluttering the counter and a few dusty rockers sitting in front of the windows. A wooden phone booth with a payphone was tucked back by the stair landing.

Movie House
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As I started to head for the car, I saw this young man walking towards the front door.  I asked if the hotel was open for business and he said he and a few others were living there.  Somehow the idea of a haunted boarding house was even more unsettling to me than a haunted hotel.  "Do you want to know if it's haunted?" He asked, as if assuming that was why I was curious.  I said yes I did wonder and he answered with a positive, "Yes."  Then he told me that just yesterday he'd been in his room and his deodorant just lifted off the dresser and flew across the room. "Wow!" I said, turning to make sure Don was in full view. He went on to explain that he was staying in town a while, helping his grandparents.  He had recently gone into Houston to audition for "America's Got Talent" and was starting to worry since he hadn't heard news yet. He said the morning for his audtion he'd witnessed another sign of spirits, when he looked at the bathroom mirror to see the words "Good Luck" written.  He talked about his music...singing since 5 and writing music since 14.  The 23 year old said he'd just recorded the song "Yesterday" for You Tube and his musican, grandfather who does a mean version of Wipe Out on the drums at age 70, said he sounded just like John Lennon.  I asked his name in case I saw him on TV. He said he was Brent and he posed for a photo so I could recognize him. He said he was hoping to catch the Greyhound to Houston soon, I didn't mention that we lived there.  I think he could have talked for days, but I said I needed to get going.  

Thanks, Brent
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You did give me some insight into the curious hotel I had wondered about.  The slumber party kid in me still wants to squeal over ghost stories and imagine myself staying in a haunted hotel, but you cured that. I wish you luck with your music. 

As a special note... When Don and I drove away we could see the advertisement written on the side of the hotel.  We were curious and followed the directions to find Sengelmann Hall to see what the Bakery/Restaurant/Dance Hall was all about. We met the wonderful owner who said he also owns the hotel and hopes to get the money to fix it up along with the movie theatre.  He was a pretty delightful guy actually and I wouldn't be surprised if someday I do return and find a lovely Boutique Hotel.  Now that would be fun.