stories and songs and ways of doing things, we lose our humanity. We become as superficial as an Internet search or a television comedy. Weâll end up looking back on our past with as little comprehension as most people today have of Egyptian hieroglyphics, or the meaning of Stonehenge.â
âSay amen very quickly,â Andrews muttered to Shultz, âor this could go on for another couple of hours.â
âNo,â Shultz protested, âI actually agree with him. The good old ways are the best.â
âThatâs not remotely what I mean.â I closed my eyes. âIâm saying this: You hear the story of Saint Elianâs Well or of Connerâs encounter with a fairy and you think itâs a quaint story for children. Iâm telling you that these are actual phenomena. They happen all the time.â
âYour great-grandfather saw a spirit disguised as himself in a field in Wales.â Shultz gave me a withering eye.
âA supernatural event is only an occurrence that some idiot canât properly explain.â
âHang on,â Andrews protested. âI thought you always said these stories served primarily as metaphor.â
âTheir significance is metaphorical; their action is actual.â
âCould we stick to the part where Iâm primarily right about everything?â Andrews reclined. âWe have a silver coin with a big B on the back and a family named Briarwood who minted silver coins.â
âThose are facts,â I agreed. âBut I could assemble them a hundred different ways. The B stands for Britain; the well isnât Saint Elianâs at all, but something, say, in the Lake District, or on the way to Canterbury. Saints walked all over the place around there.â
âThe B stands for Breton.â Shultz beamed. âItâs a French saint, and itâs not a well at all; itâs the grave of, you know, Jesus or something. This is fun.â
âWhen youâre a first-year medical student,â Andrews began wearily, âyouâre told that the most obvious answer is nearly always the correct one. If someone in Kansas is describing a four-legged mammal with hooves and a mane, itâs more likely to be a horse than a zebra.â
âYou know this from your years in medical school.â I sighed.
âAs it happens, my roommate in graduate school was on his way to being a surgeon, and he made me study with him because I made him run lines with me when I was in plays.â
âAside from the very distracting image of you onstage,â I told him, âI probably have to admit at least a modicum of agreement with your premise.â
âYes, you have to admit thatâfond as you are of Occamâs razor.â
âWhoâs what?â Shultz barged in. âIs that another folktale or something?â
âItâs a philosophical concept of which I am fond,â I explained. âThe precise statement is: âUniversal essences should not be unnecessarily multiplied.â The useful extrapolation is generally given as âThe simplest answer is the best.ââ
âKISS rule.â Shultz nodded slowly.
âKiss what?â Andrewsâs eyes widened.
âK-I-S-S,â Shultz spelled. ââKeep it simple, stupid.â Plain good advice, in my book.â
âI used to think it was just you,â Andrews told me, âbut now I realize that all Americans are irritating.â
âAnd proud of it.â Shultz grinned. âSo where are we on the subject of my doodad?â
âAt the frustrating, somewhat embarrassing admission on my partââI sighedââthat my great-grandfather might have had something to do with it.â
âWhy would that be so bad?â
âYou have no idea how many ghosts are in this manâs head,â Andrews said simply, nodding in my direction.
I stared out my kitchen window. Charcoal rain