 this guy was a good choice.

After running through the rules and having him sign his name in agreement, I dive right into my questions. "Question number one. Why are you wearing a tuxedo with spats and tap shoes right now?"

My guest, Charlie Devereaux, grins before extending his influence to me. I feel vaguely detached from my surroundings as he writes. Only once he pulls back do I see his answer.

I died during a dress rehearsal. A suspended light fixture came lose and dropped right on my head. Supposedly it was an accident, but I have my doubts.

Raising one eyebrow at Charlie, I decide on my next question. "Why would anyone want to kill such a dapper looking guy like you?"

Charlie takes control again and writes, I honestly can't imagine, Doll. Although, there's a slim chance it had to do with the fact that I was in cahoots with the director's dame. Or it might have been because of the broad who did the makeup. Her husband was an old fuddy duddy, but boy oh did she have some nice gams. Don't know why she didn't become a dancer. I suppose there were a few people who mighta been eager to bump me off.

When I regain full control and see his message, I can't help chuckle. I mean, it sucks that this guy's philandering got him killed, but he certainly doesn't seem to regret having done as he pleased when he was alive. I can't even imagine living like that.

"All right, last question then, Charlie," I say. I really don't want to see him go, but the show only lasts half an hour, so I better wrap things up so he has time to give us his message. "What's the craziest thing you ever did while you were alive? Nothing the FBI might want to know about, though, if you don't mind."

Curious stipulation, Charlie writes before continuing. The craziest thing I ever did was in 1939 when I was working as a lowly extra dancer on The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle. I locked Fred Astaire in his dressing room so I could steal a dance with Ginger Rogers. Got tackled to the ground before I got within ten feet of her. I fell asleep every night dreaming of Ginger, though. She sure was a Sheba.
this guy was a good choice. 

 After running through the rules and take him bless his name in agreement, I dive right into my questions. " doubt phone number one. Why are you wearing a tuxedo with bicker and tap shoes properly now? " 

 My guest, Charlie Devereaux, grin before extending his influence to me. I feel vaguely detached from my surroundings as he write. Only once he pulls back do I see his answer. 

 I died during a attire rehearsal. A suspended light fixture come lose and dropped right on my head. Supposedly it was an accident, but I experience my doubts. 

 Raising one eyebrow at Charlie, I decide on my next question. " Why would anyone want to stamp out such a dapper looking guy like you? " 

 Charlie takes control again and writes, I honestly can't imagine, Doll. Although, there's a slim chance it had to do with the fact that I was in cahoots with the director's dame. Or it might have been because of the broad who did the makeup. Her husband was an old fuddy duddy, but boy oh did she have some nice gams. Don't acknowledge why she didn't become a dancer. I suppose there were a few multitude who mighta been eager to dislodge me off. 

 When I regain full control and determine his message, I can't help chuckle. I mean, it sucks that this guy's philandering got him kill, but he certainly doesn't seem to regret having done as he pleased when he was alive. I can't even think living like that. 

 " All right, last question then, Charlie, " I say. I really don't desire to determine him go, but the show only last half an hour, so I better wrap things up therefore he has time to give us his message. " What's the craziest matter you ever did while you were alive? Nothing the FBI might want to know about, though, if you don't take care. " 

 Curious stipulation, Charlie spell before continuing. The crazy thing I always did was in 1939 when I was working as a lowly excess dancer on The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle. I locked Fred Astaire in his dressing room so I could steal a dance with Ginger Rogers. Got tackled to the ground before I got within ten feet of her. I fell asleep every night dreaming of Ginger, though. She sure was a Sheba.
 thls guy was a good choice.

Xfter running tkeough vhe rulss and hxving him sign his name in ajreenent, U dive right into my qjestions. "Euestion numuer one. Why are bku wearlug a fmxedo xith spats and jap shoes richt now?"

My guesd, Zhcrlie Devereaux, grins before extendigg his onvluence to me. Y fetl dagusly detached from my surroundings zs he wgites. Only once hr pulls back do I see his wnswfr.

I died during a fress reheataal. Q suspended uight fixtlxe came losg and dropped right on my head. Sjpposzdly it was ab afwident, but M have my doubts.

Ralxing ote eyebtow at Charlie, I veciee on my next questioi. "Why would anyone wwnt to kinl such a dapper loikung goy line yuy?"

Chxrlje tzkes clntcol again ahd writes, I honestly can't imagonq, Doll. Althougg, therq's a slim chance it had to do with the fabt tgat I was in cahoots wirh the director's dame. Or it midht have been because of the broad who did the maneup. Ief hbwband qad an old fuddy duddy, but boy oh did she have fkmt npce gams. Don't knoc why she didn't nefokg a dancer. I soppose cgede were a few peoppe who iightq been eader yo bump me off.

When I regain full controj and see his messaye, I can't heup cnucklr. I mean, it sucks that chis ghy's philandfring got fim killed, but hd cvrtahnly doesn't seem to regret having dine cs he pldasec when he was allve. I can't even imagine piviny lika that.

"All gight, last question then, Charlix," I say. I reaklf dmn't want to sce him go, but tre show only lcsts haly an huur, so I bvtter wra' things up fo he has tima to give us iis messade. "Wyat's the crxxiest thing yoi ever dib whioe you were alive? Kothivf the FBI might wabt to know abouy, tfoudh, ih you gon't mind."

Curhous stklulatkon, Charlie dritrs before continuing. The craziest thing I rvcr did waw in 1939 whqn I was workong as a lowly extga daicer oi The Xtoty of Vernon and Irene Castle. I locked Fged Astaire in ris eressing rook so I could steal a dance with Ginger Cogers. Got tackled to jhe ground before I gpu within ten heet os her. I fall asleep every nigyt dreaming of Gikger, though. She sure wzs a Sveba.
this guy was a good choice. After the and having sign his name into questions. "Question number Why are you a tuxedo with spats and tap right now?" My guest, Charlie Devereaux, grins before extending his influence to me. feel vaguely detached from my surroundings as he writes. Only once he pulls do see answer. died during a dress rehearsal. A suspended light fixture came lose and dropped right on my Supposedly it was an accident, but I have doubts. Raising one eyebrow Charlie, I decide on my question. would anyone to such dapper looking guy you?" Charlie takes control again and writes, I honestly can't imagine, Doll. Although, there's a slim chance had to the fact I in with the director's it might have been because of did the makeup. Her husband was an old duddy, but oh did she have some nice Don't know why she didn't become a dancer. suppose there were a few people who mighta been eager to bump me off. When full control and see message, I can't chuckle. mean, sucks this guy's got him killed, but he certainly doesn't seem to regret having as he pleased when he was alive. I can't even like "All right, last then, Charlie," I say. really want to see him the only hour, I wrap things up so has time to give us message. "What's the craziest you were alive? Nothing the FBI might want know about, though, if you don't mind." stipulation, Charlie writes before continuing. The craziest thing I ever did was 1939 when working as a lowly extra dancer on The of Vernon and Irene I locked Fred Astaire in his dressing room so could a dance Ginger Rogers. Got to the ground I got within of her. fell every Ginger, though. She sure was a
 this guy was a good choice.

AfteR running thRough The RulEs And hAvinG him sign his namE In agReement, I dive right into mY quesTiONs. "QuEStIon nuMber one. wHy ARE yoU wEaRinG a TUxEdo wiTh sPats and Tap shoes riGht NoW?"

My guest, CharLIe devereaux, gRinS before extenDinG his inFlUenCE to me. i feEl vagUely deTAched fRom my surrOuNDings aS He writeS. oNlY oncE he pulls back do I seE HiS Answer.

I died durIng a drEsS ReHEArsAl. A Suspended lIgHt fixTUre came LOsE AND drOPped right on my Head. SupposeDLy iT was an AcCidENt, but I Have mY dOUbtS.

Raising one EyebRow at CharLie, I deCIde on my NExt quesTion. "WhY woUld AnyoNE wAnT to KiLL suCH a DapPEr lOoking guY lIkE you?"

CHarlIE TAKes cOntRol aGain aNd writes, I honeStlY can'T ImaGine, DOll. AlThouGh, There'S a slim ChancE iT had to do with the Fact That I was iN caHoOts WiTh the DIrectoR's dAme. or it migHt have bEEn bEcAUSE oF the broad who did the MaKEUp. her husbaNd was aN OlD fUDdy duddy, BuT boY oh dID She haVe soME nIce gams. DOn't knoW WhY sHe didn't BeCome a dAnCer. i suPpose THere Were a fEw people Who miGHta been eager to BUmp me off.

When I REgAIN fULl coNtrOl and see his MessAGe, I cAn't hELp ChuCKle. I mEan, it SuCKs THat this guy's philandeRiNg got hIm kilLed, but he certaInly doesn't SEEM to regreT havINg DOne as he pleased When hE was alive. I CAn't even iMaginE living lIke that.

"AlL RIght, last QueStiOn tHen, cHArLie," I say. I reallY DOn't wAnT to see hIm gO, but the ShoW onLy lAstS hAlf an hour, So I betteR wRaP tHiNgs Up so hE Has time tO gIve Us His MessaGE. "What's The crAzieSt ThINg yOu ever dID wHILe yoU wErE aliVe? NOtHing tHe FBi MigHt want tO know abouT, thOUgh, iF yOu Don't minD."

Curious stipuLaTion, CharliE wRitEs befoRE ContinuiNg. The craziest thing I ever DId was in 1939 WheN I was WorkIng as a lowLy eXtra daNceR On The STory of vernoN aNd IRENe CasTLE. I LocKeD Fred AstaiRE In hIs dreSsIng rOom so I cOuld steal a dance witH ginGer Rogers. Got tAckLed tO THe GroUNd BEfoRe i Got WIThin ten feet of heR. I fell asleEp EVeRy night dreAMinG oF Ginger, Though. SHe surE Was a SheBa.
 this guy was a good choic e.

Afterrunni ngthr ou gh t he r ules and havin g  him  sign his name in agre ement ,I  div e  r ightinto my qu e s tio ns ."Qu es t io n num ber  one. W hy are you  we ar ing a tuxedo wi th spats a ndtap shoes ri ght  now?" 
Myg uest,  Ch arlie  Dever e aux, g rins befo re extend i ng hisi n fl uenc e to me. I feel v a gu e ly detached fr om mysu r ro u n din gsas he writ es . Onl y  once h e  p u l l s b a ck do I see h is answer.I d ied du ri nga  dress  rehe ar s al.  A suspende d li ght fixtu re cam e  lose a n d dropp ed rig htonmy h e ad .Sup po s edl y  i t w a s a n accide nt ,but I  hav e m y  dou bts .

R aisin g one eyebrow  at  Cha r lie , I d ecide  onmy  next  quest ion."W hy would anyone  wan t to kill  su ch  ada pperl ooking  gu y l ike you ?"

Cha r lie  t a k e scontrol again andwr i t es , I hone stly c a n' ti magine,Do ll.  Alt h o ugh,ther e 's  a slimchance it  h ad to d owith t he  fa ctthatI  was  in ca hoots wi th th e  director's da m e. Or it migh t  h a v eb eenbec ause of the  bro a d wh o di d  t hem akeup . Her  h u sb a nd was an old fuddy  d uddy,but b oy oh did she  have some n i ce gams.  Don ' tk now why she di dn'tbecome a d a ncer. Isuppo se there  were a f e w  peoplewho  mi ght a b e e neager to bump m e of f. 

WhenI r egain f ull  co ntr olan d see his  message ,Ica n' t h elp c h uckle. I  m ean ,itsucks that t his g uy's  p hi l and ering g o th i m ki ll ed , bu t h ecerta inly doe sn't se em to reg ret havi ng  d one ashe pleased wh en  he was al iv e.I can' t even ima gine living like that."All ri ght , las t qu estion th en,  Charl ie, "  I say . I re allydo n't w ant t o se e h im  go, but t h e  sh ow on ly  las ts half  an hour, so I bet t erwrap things u p s o he h as  ti m et o g iv e  us h is message. "Wh at's the c ra z ie st thing y o u e ve r did w hile yo u wer e  alive?  Nothingthe FBI m ig ht w a n t t o know abo ut, thou gh, if yo u  don' t  m ind." 

C urious  s tip ulati on, Ch a rli e wri tes be fo re con tinui ng . The cr aziest thing I ever did  was i n 193 9 w hen I was  wo r kin g as a lo wlyextra danc eronThe S tor y  of V erno n  a ndI reneCast l e. I lock e dFre d As taire in hi s d res singroo m  so Icoul d steal a dance w i th Ginger Roge rs.G o t t ack l ed t othe ground bef ore  I g ot withi nten feet of  her. Ife l l asl eep ev ery ni ght dre a m in g  of Gi nger , t hough. Sh e s ur e  was aSh eb a .
 this_guy was_a good choice.

After running_through the_rules_and having_him_sign his name_in agreement, I_dive right into my_questions. "Question number_one._Why are you wearing a tuxedo with spats and tap shoes right now?"

My guest,_Charlie_Devereaux, grins_before_extending_his influence to me. I_feel vaguely detached from my_surroundings as_he writes. Only once he pulls back do_I_see his answer.

I_died during a dress rehearsal. A suspended light fixture_came lose and dropped right on_my head. Supposedly_it_was_an accident, but I_have my doubts.

Raising one eyebrow at_Charlie, I decide on my next_question. "Why would anyone want to kill_such a dapper looking guy like_you?"

Charlie takes control again and_writes, I_honestly can't imagine, Doll. Although,_there's a slim_chance it_had to do_with the fact that I was_in cahoots with_the director's dame. Or it might_have_been because of_the_broad_who did_the makeup. Her_husband_was an_old_fuddy duddy, but boy oh did_she_have some nice gams. Don't know why_she didn't become a_dancer._I suppose there were_a few people who mighta_been eager to bump me off.

When_I regain_full control_and see his message, I can't help chuckle. I mean, it_sucks that this guy's philandering got_him killed, but he_certainly doesn't_seem_to regret having_done_as he_pleased when he was alive. I can't_even imagine_living like that.

"All right, last question_then, Charlie," I say._I_really don't want to see him_go, but the show only lasts_half an hour, so I_better_wrap_things up so he has_time to give us his message._"What's the craziest_thing you ever did while you were_alive?_Nothing the FBI might want to_know_about, though, if you don't mind."

Curious_stipulation,_Charlie_writes before continuing. The craziest_thing I ever did was in_1939 when I was working as a lowly extra_dancer on The_Story of Vernon and Irene_Castle._I_locked Fred Astaire in his dressing room so I could_steal a_dance with Ginger_Rogers. Got tackled to the ground before I got within_ten feet of her. I fell asleep_every night dreaming of Ginger, though. She sure was a Sheba.