Today, Laurel and I were planning to go to Abbey Road and Baker Street. Abbey Road, because of the Beatles. And Baker Street because of Sherlock Holmes. However, we realized that we’d have to choose between these and the Tower of London — and the Tower won.

We took The Beef-eater’s Tour and were very glad we had done so. The tour guides are actually military men who have served long enough to be considered for this position. Our guide detailed many of the activities that had happened in or near the Tower, but mostly spent time telling of various beheadings.

At the close of his presentation, he did a sort of FAQ and said, “…and no, I’ve never seen a ghost. I don’t believe in ghosts.”

Man — it’s been years since I have heard someone say those words, “I don’t believe in ghosts.”

Me neither. I believe in imaginations.