RAISING THE EBENEZER
DAY 12 0 : When I was five years old (that would have been 1968) I watched an episode of the old back and white television show Dark Shadows with my sister and my older cousins. I can't remember what happened in the episode but I remember being terrified. I had never even heard of a vampire before that day - and not a day passed after that I didn't fear I was being stalked by one. I'm not talking about being a little scared; I spent years being terrified because of that show. I was scared of the dark. I was scared of Dracula. I was scared of werewolves. I was scared of shadows. I was just scared whenever the sun went down. It wasn't reasonable, but it was real. As a teenager I told myself it was insane to believe in vampires - and I didn't. But I was convinced if I said I didn't out loud, one would get me as I slept. So I kept my confidence to myself and pulled the covers tightly around my neck. There was nothing logical about the...