Here is another one I found interesting: The ghost haunted the hunter not the slide rule. As the year began a Chinese gaiwan had been placed in the hunter’s be

Here is another one I found interesting: The ghost haunted the hunter not the slide rule. As the year began a Chinese gaiwan had been placed in the hunter’s bedroom in case the bottles of Mai Tai began clinking. A brand-new Sams Publishing biography of great curmudgeon Alfred Hitchcock appeared on the coffee table. Because film history, when you’re into it, can get boring. One day in early December, the hunter was in his house studying on his laptop when he heard something behind him, like a glass clinking. He turned to see the ghost of Mr. Hitchcock. The director was dressed in a tuxedo and looking over his shoulder, not at the hunter but over his shoulder, a look the hunter understood. Hitchcock knew the hunter was there. He hadn’t yet noticed the Chinese gaiwan, or the Sams book, or the Mai Tai. “Did you make the movie Arbogast?” he asked. “I think it was Arbogast,” the hunter said. “It was,” Hitchcock said. “You may not know this, but I had to rewrite the ending.” “Really?” the hunter said. “Why?”