On a weeklong business trip from the Los Angeles area to Reno, George Marrón decided to take some time and visit Virginia City on Wed., Jul. 20, at about 7:30 a.m.
“I haven’t been up here in several years,” he said. “I expected it to have changed, gone modern, or something, but it hasn’t. It would be a great place to retire.”
He had asked us where he could get a cup of coffee and something to eat, and that’s how we met. In minutes, we sat outside at the Canvas Cafe’, where he shared his odd tale, an event from about half an hour earlier.
Marrón, 43, is a large man, broad-shouldered and tan. He provides landscaping for multimillion-dollar developments throughout the Western U.S., and he’s been a success at it for nearly 25 years.
“I was just passed the summit, and the sun was blinding me,” Marrón said. “I was having a hard time seeing the road when I suddenly saw a man walking in the middle of the highway.”
Marrón paused, looking around and lowering his voice, “I thought I hit him. I pulled off the road, grabbed my cellphone, dialed 9-1-1, then looked back to see if I could see the guy, but he wasn’t there.”
“The dispatcher answered as I was getting out of my car to go look and see if I could find him,” he continued. “I told her what happened, and she told me I wasn’t the first caller reporting someone walking in the roadway in that area.”
“A trooper met me, walked up and down the road, checked my car for damage, and said there was nothing to be done,” Marrón said. “Then he said, ‘Must have been a ghost or something.'”
“Can you describe the man?” we asked.
“Not really,” he answered, “I know he was thin, seemed dirty or maybe scruffy.” He paused, looking off into the distance, before adding, “And now that I think about it, I don’t remember him having feet or anything below his knees.”
We sat quietly for a minute before Marrón shook his head, “I’m Catholic and not supposed to believe such things, but now I think I’ve changed my mind.”
We finished our lunch in silence.