The Shadows We Leave
What a strange mix of altruistic and puritanical compulsion. Spencer Trask made his fortune on Wall Street betting on the future–the future of transportation (railroads), news (he saved the New York Times from bankruptcy) and light (he invested heavily in Thomas Edison’s works). Yet the idea of gamblers roaming the streets of Saratoga Springs in…
I’m pretty sure Mrs. Trask was just thinking about her poetry or the tragic deaths of her four children, but I’ve always wanted a Mary sighting–or a Jesus sighting or just plain God. I’d settle for an angel even. All I get are nightmares about devils knocking at my window.