One foggy night in London, many years ago, a ragged, unkempt man shuffled into a little music shop. Clutched under the man's arm was a violin.
Saint Peter gives the man a pass to heaven, but he has a request. He would like to see the hell...
There is an old Christmas tale about a father and daughter and wrapping paper...
Two men, seriously ill, were in the same hospital room. One of them on a bed, which was near the only window in the room, and the other had to lie on his stomach with his face down all the time. The man whose bed was near the window would sit and describe to his roommate everything he saw through that window.