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I grew up in a slave house in the French Quarter on Bourbon Street. It was eerie and fascinating. It became a pattern to seek out living quarters in old historical places...an old civil war prison converted into apartments in Atlanta. An old dance hall above Delmonicos Restaurant on Pearl Street in New York. An antique schoolhouse on an abandoned farm in Cornwall, Connecticut. And finally, a huge old Victorian in Minnneapolis that used to be a brewery flophouse built in 1910.

Old places have footprints left behind and residual energy. Ghosts? Well, let's just put it this way...we've heard whole parties happening on our second floor that we had to have a ghostbuster break up. She said she sent 11 old hobos into the light.

We sleep much better now.