Early one evening a couple of weeks ago I was sitting on a bed in a hotel room in Aspen, laptop in lap, when I started hearing voices. I raised my head, listening closely. At first I assumed the voices were coming from the street, but then I saw that the windows were closed. I got up and partially circumnavigated the bed, trying to trace the voices to their source, until I found myself standing before a radio on a nightstand. At this point I recognized one of the voices as belonging to an architect of the Iraq invasion eleven years ago. Back then he had warned of mushroom clouds, and talked about being greeted as liberators, and argued that the war would pay for itself, and promised the discovery of weapons of mass destruction. Now he was criticizing President Obama for wrecking the Middle East. That’s crazy, I thought. I don’t remember turning on the radio.
I’d heard the hotel is haunted. Another guest had told me that she refused a room on the third floor because she’d read on the internet that that’s where the ghost is–or, perhaps, ghosts are. Google “Hotel Jerome,” she told me, and look at the autofills. One of them, she said, will be “Hotel Jerome haunted.” I did, and sure enough, there it was: Continue reading







