This article appeared in the October 27, 2016 issue of Creative Loafing Tampa. My Cedar Key ghost story happened 20 years ago. While contentedly exploring the island, I happened upon a cemetery and, with a macabre excitement, busied myself going from tombstone to tombstone when this old green Ford Thunderbird convertible drove through the cemetery and then disappeared. I couldn't find a drive or path where it would have turned off, but it was gone nonetheless. Alcohol was not involved. Today I know that I had too much city in me to find the turnoff — I was young and I expected drives to have clear markings, I suppose. Pretty sure I saw a good ol' boy and not a ghost, but if I said I had seen a ghost, there'd be no shortage of people to assure me I had. See, every culture, regardless of how much contact it has with other...