On Wednesday, November 9, 1994 I was sitting up late in my home office after I had worked on an edit of a story in my Dime Novels series, the Mount Greenwood Murders. I was sitting at my desk chair and thought of Jerry, my childhood barber and Godfather. Jerry died about 1972. The image was bright, of Jerry cutting hair at his shop in Greensburg, Pennsylvania. I thought of Jerry, and then the image moved to the chair next to Jerry’s, and I saw his nephew, Carl, also cutting hair, wearing the white smock he always wore. The vision then moved across the room to an interior door that opened to a staircase and I looked up the staircase. At the top of the stairs was the entrance to Carl’s home on the second floor where he lived. His wife was up there, I thought. Carl’s wife is up there alone. There was a feeling then of depression. This scene faded and I also thought of Jerry’s brother and how I saw him once when I was about 17 or 18-years-old at the place where he worked. This was a few years after Jerry had died. These images faded and I moved on with my evening. This event happened sometime between 10 p.m. on November 9 and 1 a.m. on November 10.

The following day, Thursday, November 10, my mother and I were talking on the telephone and she told me that Carl’s wife had killed herself. I asked when. She said the previous evening. The vision of this scene in the barber shop was the “screen shot” variety. I don’t recall what brought on my thinking of Jerry in the first place. This was a feeling as though I was being shown a film clip. The images appeared to be from the days I visited the barber shop in the 1960s, between the ages of about 2 and 12. The images were very bright and clear.