Here is how this went: A week or so ago, I was taking an afternoon nap when my phone rang. A Chattanooga number. A woman’s voice, somewhat raspy, asked, “Is this Whispering Pines?”
The usual reply, “Nope, wrong number. Sorry, ‘bye.”
Ten minutes later: Ring.
“Is this Whispering Pines?”
Again, no, sorry, no.
A few minutes later. Ring.
I recognized the number and ignored it.
The next day. At work. Ring.
“Is this Whispering Pines?”
I said, “Look, lady, you woke me up from a nap yesterday and wouldn’t believe me when I told you (I was actually pointing my finger…) that this is not Whispering Pines.”
She denied having called me.
“No more. This is not Whispering Pines. Good bye.”
Then, I blocked the number.
My buddy and I were over in the Asheville area the next Saturday and, lo, I see this:

I thought I could hear faint laughter coming from somewhere.