Look, it’s Pittsburgh. It happens. Just roll with it, man.

That’s what Cassie does:

I hadn’t planned to end the evening dancing with a ghost.

That was before I rounded the corner of Fifth and Magee and nearly ran through Joseph Dawson. One semi-awkward almost collision and a turned ankle later, I had a handsome older ghost helping me to my feet, while asking me if I was all right.

Do you want more? You can have more! I wrote “Callipygous Waltz” a few years ago, inspired by an image from . You can fi...