The Fear of Stephen King and The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon

by Francis McGovern
The fear was mine, and the goal of this trip was to face it and honor it, by driving from Fenway Park in Boston to northern New Hampshire.  Then I would hike a bit of the Appalachian Trail and leave soon after nightfall, driving back to Boston.
Why? Well, the way I see it, everyone is afraid of the dark. At one point or another everyone fears that unknown thing that lurks in the shadows. For some, it is something from the past or someone who haunts them. For others, it is something unknown that has a rough shape or casts a phantasmagorical shadow.  We don't know, so we imag...