Instant time travel; fast forward a few light-years to Missouri, rain sluices down, drenching the pine overhead, along with my body underneath. What do I care? I’m not there anyway! For a few brief magical seconds (or longer, who keeps time on vacation), there’s my soggy tent and the smoldering campfire. Pine needles, soggy shoes, it is not realistic; this is reality. Just as quickly, I’ve returned because figuring out how to extend the stay eludes me to this day. Luckily, however, synesthesia is not a one-time shot. I have traveled the “wet pine road” quite a few times. Wet pines are just the mechanism for travel, the aromatic keys working in the same fashion as whimsical golden figurines do in The Path of Kokopelli, opening new worlds to Jack and Jim.

          Isn’t time travel wonderful, and you thought this was all make-believe. But, hey, you just can’t make this stuff up; well ok, some fiction you may create, but the mind is powerful medicine, if you take a trip on the Paranormal Line, say high to Jack (aka Steve) and Jim, those idiots are camping out in the rain up on Highway 7! Oh, I forgot, better hurry it’s bath day, tonight they’ll be going up the fire escape stairs behind the Stanley Hotel, you know the one where Jack Nicholson filmed the Shining? The fifth floor is empty all the time, that fire escape door is open, and every room is unlocked. I have it on very good authority some very strange things go on up there during the night! “Here’s Johnny!” last call for the midnight Paranormal run; all aboooaaarrrd!