ON-AIR: Midnight to 5 A.M. Monday through Friday, I produce many of the commercials on The Eagle.
KEEPING A SECRET
by James Lee Jobe,posted Oct 8 2010 5:26PM
All morning long I kept seeing ghosts, not frightening spirits at all, but very nice, caring things. The little girl who floated a couple of feet above the street when I brought in the newspaper at 5 AM. A pretty lady of 40 or so, blond, who stroked my face at dawn as I sat writing at my dining room table, she looked a little worried about me, and smiled brightly when I thanked her. A Victorian lady in my car who seemed quite pleased with my driving skills, laughing out loud and saying, "My, my," quite clearly when I passed a big rig on I-80. A young man with a thick mustache and a wool sweater who learned over me at here work, telling me something serious in a soft, encouraging voice that I just could not understand. A man in my recording studio and another in the kitchen, watching me, but with smiles and nods. Both of them faded quickly away when I would turn more fully toward them. Some of these ghosts wore modern clothes, and some had clothes from eras long gone. They all seemed to be pulling for me, like team-mates, urging me on. Not ghouls, not tormented, but kind beings who longed for a little human contact. Is that too much to ask? I don't think so. "You don't have to go," I said aloud, in the long hall outside the conference room at work, "I like having you around. You don't scare me at all." Silence, then from down the hall; "Uh-oh. Jobe is losing it. He's talking to himself again." ... I understand, my friends. We'll just keep this between us.