by Herschel Cozine Who’s There? By Herschel Cozine As I was walking up the stair I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today; Oh! How I wish he’d go away. Hi. Nathaniel P. Osgood III here. I have been involved in a lot of strange cases in my career. Missing sheep, cooked birds, murdered robins and pumpkin dwelling wives to name a few. I have learned to take these things in stride. But the man who wasn’t there was weird, even for this place. I never solved the case, but…well, let me tell you about it and you can decide for yourself. It all started on a miserable Monday morning. Ah, but that’s redundant. Mondays have always been a challenge for me, coming on the heels of a weekend filled with inertia. I would be willing to bet that Isaac Newton formulated his laws of motion on a Monday. I had just walked into my office, a small, not very tidy room across from the Nurseryland Nursery. Their display of silver bells and cockle shells seemed out of tune with the rest of the environment.
