Most nights in The Heights were beautiful and fascinating. But many weren’t so beautiful. I’ll never forget those weird nights isolated away in the lonely hills.

Much of the wildlife was nocturnal.

I was very sensitive, with acute hearing. Frightening sounds would enter into my room through the closed window.

On some spooky nights I would stay close to my great grandmother. I would ask her about the sounds, but she would be half-asleep, and her ears could not pick them up. Sometimes it was the low hooting of an owl on a nearby telephone pole, or howling coyotes in the distance.