Wayne Adams doesn't like to talk about the ghosts, the apparitions dressed in seventeenth-century period garb that haunt the Capitol Hill corner store that's been in his family for 38 years. "They get more active when you talk about it," he says matter-of-factly, detailing the rows of Shurfine brand canned goods and penny candy that shoot off the shelves without prompting, the honey bears that arrange themselves in circular patterns overnight, the faucet that turns itself on early in the morning and floods the storage room.... More >>>