Anecdote #47: When I was 10 we moved to Hellam PA, a tiny town next to the Susquehanna River. To help me make friends my mom agreed to host a slumber party for me and 5 other classmates.  Mom thought it would be entertaining and fun to have a séance. She cut out little pieces of paper and placed them in a circle, each one drawn with a letter of the alphabet. She then placed a shot glass in the middle of the circle, put a silk scarf on her head, lit a few candles and we all began to ask silly questions to the dead.  All of the girls, except one, had a blast! We giggled freely as we watched my Mom brilliantly pretend to be a wild gypsy. The other little girl looked absolutely terrified and almost started crying before we had to end the “game”. Little did we realize that even innocently playing with esoteric fire in a tiny Christian town, like Helena, would incite nasty rumors that we, once started, would never be able to live down. My Mom was called "The Witch Lady" (how original), and we endured months of whispers and glares around town before we got out of there. When in Rome don’t play “Ohm”.