My Library

I said I didn’t know if I could do it or not -- but that I would try. Considering Schmeidler’s eminence in parapsychology, I boldly asked that her experimental protocols be submitted in advance to her peer community to discover any possible flaws in the experiment. She said that she already had intended to do so, but was gratified that I recognized the need for that pre-experimental process. After that, I and my inflated ago then proceeded to imbibe a copious amount of the quite good brandy the McCanns had made available. As we became quite cheery, someone asked me to make some psychic predictions. I had never tried to do so before, and protested that I was not psychic. But I was tanked up on the brandy, and with a little more encouragement made some predictions. I remember only one of them -- largely because it was so strange and out of left field. At the time, there existed on Broadway near the corner of East Third Street in Manhattan a rather large structure of many floors -- the Broadway Hotel -- which had been elegant and fashionable in decades gone by, but which was then low-class and somewhat dilapidated. I had never been in this hotel, but knew it had a reputation regarding nefarious activities, and otherwise I’d never given it a thought. I was quite surprised when images of this hotel arose in my "mind’s eye" and which images were quite out of context with anything at the McCann’s party. "Gosh," I said. "I think the Broadway Hotel is going to collapse at some time in the future." No one made any comment about this, and soon the party broke up.