It was a dense foggy day in late
October. Nothing was unusual at the lock site until, all at once, the flywheels
morphed—appearing to melt but maintaining their general horizontality. Stunned,
I looked beyond to see a ghostly apparition--a young boy sitting in the grass.
He looked friendly and curious and was distinctive for his clothing. Almost as soon these changes
occurred, reality returned. The boy vanished and the flywheels assumed their regular
shape. As you can see, this little ghost poses no
serious threats, but does tend to become
mischievous and a bit of a trickster around Halloween.
