Hey, Look At Me!

Hey, Look At Me!his was a transcendent need to shout his undying egoAbout six months after Maxwell Kingery died I saw his ghost walking along Miller Avenue in Mill Valley, California. It was 2:20 in the afternoon, a clear sunny day, and I saw him from a distance which I later paced off; it was less than 15 feet. There is no possibility that I was mistaken about who -- or what -- I saw, and I'll tell you why I'm sure.My name is Peter Marks, and I'm the book editor of a San Francisco newspaper. I...