| My goodness, can this man tell a story! And
yet, theres nothing sensational or lurid about them, no inflated language or
fictionalized dialoguejust good old Uncle Frank scaring the kids around the kitchen
table. These tales, like Frank Ward himself, hail from all over: the bloody ghosts of two
murdered children and their father in Georgia, "the ephemeral bookstore" of
Phoenix where Ward spoke with an equally ephemeral astrologer. Fort Riley, Kansas, where a
ghostly soldier in an old-fashioned uniform rode through the stable. Ward offers no
explanations, no theories, just his low-key stories of what hes seen and
experienced. And this, for me, makes the book most compelling. Absolutely first-rate. |