There was a woman at The Y the other day who is there every single time I am, day or night. It’s like she never leaves. So much so that I began to wonder if she was a ghost! Then I realized that if I’m there every time SHE is maybe I’M the ghost. And THEN I looked around and started to wonder who ELSE might be a ghost. And THEN I started to wonder if we’re ALL ghosts to each other. And THEN I looked in the mirror and wondered if I should do more sit-ups and less existential pondering.