Throughout literature, we’re constantly warned of the dangers inherent in revisiting the past.  “You can’t go home again,” Thomas Wolfe admonishes us.  “Do not say, ‘Why were the old days better than these,’  King Solomon writes in Ecclesiastes, adding ‘For it is not wise to ask such questions.'” And finally, from another Canon, Victor Trevor’s father has this bit of wisdom: “Of all ghosts, the ghosts of our old lovers are the worst.”*  Bill Kirtland would argue that he wasn’t trying to do any of these things. After all, his old lover has become a (celibate) Daughter of St. Augustine, and he himself has made the shift from Army intelligence to life as a private detective. They’re both happy in their current lives; he simply wanted to pay her a friendly visit. Too bad that visit was to Erin, Ohio.