{"id":11743,"date":"2010-03-25T19:37:37","date_gmt":"2010-03-25T19:37:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2010\/03\/25\/a-strange-experience-in-the-charles-doughty-memorial-suite\/"},"modified":"2010-03-25T19:37:37","modified_gmt":"2010-03-25T19:37:37","slug":"a-strange-experience-in-the-charles-doughty-memorial-suite","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2010\/03\/25\/a-strange-experience-in-the-charles-doughty-memorial-suite\/","title":{"rendered":"A Strange Experience in the Charles Doughty Memorial Suite"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><font face=\"Georgia\">I had a strange experience&#0160;in the late 1980&#39;s. Although my&#0160; main residence at the time was in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, near the bohemian district called Coventry, I was teaching at the University of Dayton and during the school year rented&#0160;rooms not far from the University. One night, spirited philosophical&#0160;&#0160; conversation with a graduate student aroused the ire of a bitter old&#0160;man by the name of Charles Doughty. He occupied an adjoining&#0160;&#0160;efficiency and thought we were being too loud. So he started shouting&#0160;&#0160;at us through the closed door: &quot;I&#39;ll kill you, you son of a bitch,&#0160;God damn you, etc.&quot; Just to be on the safe side, when back in Cleveland Heights I&#0160;&#0160;fetched my snub-nosed Colt .38 Detective Special &#8212; which I had&#0160;&#0160; purchased from yet another graduate student &#8212; but luckily did not&#0160;&#0160; have to use on old Doughty.<\/p>\n<p>The lonely and miserable old bastard obliged me some time later by&#0160;dying of a heart attack. Conversation with Mrs.&#0160; Brunner, my landlady,&#0160;confirmed that he had had a heart condition and knew that he was not&#0160;&#0160;long for this earth. Since Doughty&#39;s apartment was bigger and better situated than the ones I usually occupied, I took it over. I dubbed it&#0160;&#0160;the Charles Doughty Memorial Suite at the Paul Brunner Estates.<\/p>\n<p>Now in those days, I never ever listened to the AM band on the radio.&#0160;&#0160; I was still something of a liberal and stuck to the FM band where not only&#0160;&#0160;the frequency is modulated but the voices of the announcers are as&#0160; well. I listened mainly to WYSO out of Antioch College in Yellow&#0160;&#0160;Springs, Ohio, a sleepy little dorf redolent of the &#39;60s where the scents of sandalwood and&#0160;&#0160;patchouli still hung in the air. WYSO was the local NPR affiliate, and&#0160;I listened regularly to &quot;All Things Considered.&quot;&#0160; (For more on Yellow Springs and Antioch College, see my <\/font><a href=\"http:\/\/maverickphilosopher.typepad.com\/maverick_philosopher\/2009\/07\/antioch-college-death-by-political-correctness.html\"><font face=\"Georgia\">Death By Political Correctness<\/font><\/a><font face=\"Georgia\">.)&#0160;<\/p>\n<p>One night after moving into Doughty&#39;s old digs, I woke up in the&#0160;&#0160; middle of the night to the sound of the radio in the living room. I&#0160; would not have left the radio on, being a very careful and cautious sort of fellow. So I got up to investigate. The radio was indeed on,&#0160; but what amazed me was that it was set to the AM band, which, as I said, I never listened to in those days.<\/p>\n<p>Was the ghost of Doughty still hanging around the place? He was a bitter old man who ended his miserable life without family or friends in a crummy, shabbily furnished couple of rooms in an old 1940&#39;s building in a third-rate Midwestern city. Did he have nothing better to do than screw around with the radio of a sleeping philosopher who once disturbed him with the sounds of his dialectic?<\/p>\n<p>So there you have it. The facts are that I awoke that night to a radio tuned to the AM band. Is that good evidence of a ghost? No. Did I&#0160; sleep well on succeding nights? Absolutely. I&#39;ve trained myself to be skeptical. You can&#39;t be a philosopher without being at least a methodological sceptic. Doubt is the engine of inquiry and the mother-in-law, if not the mother, of philosophy.<\/p>\n<p>But&#0160;when Halloween approaches, and black cats cross my path, I give a thought to old Doughty and his crummy efficiency, the Chas. Doughty&#0160; Memorial Suite at the Paul Brunner Estates.<\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><font face=\"Georgia\">If you want to read an excellent, balanced book on the paranormal by a very sharp analytic philosopher, I recommend Stephen E. Braude, <em>Immortal Remains: The Evidence of Life After Death<\/em> (Rowman and Littlefield, 2003).<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a strange experience&#0160;in the late 1980&#39;s. Although my&#0160; main residence at the time was in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, near the bohemian district called Coventry, I was teaching at the University of Dayton and during the school year rented&#0160;rooms not far from the University. One night, spirited philosophical&#0160;&#0160; conversation with a graduate student aroused &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2010\/03\/25\/a-strange-experience-in-the-charles-doughty-memorial-suite\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A Strange Experience in the Charles Doughty Memorial Suite&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[92,184,94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11743","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autobiographical","category-death-and-immortality","category-paranormal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11743","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11743"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11743\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11743"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11743"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11743"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}