For years people in Ringgold, Ga., wondered what secrets lay behind the boarded-up basement windows of the dilapidated clapboard house on Inman Street. Every so often its reclusive owner, former TV repairman Alvin Ridley, would emerge to take care of business—sometimes to peddle bric-a-brac at a local flea market—and just as silently retreat, without as much as a nod to his neighbors. So it came as a shock on Oct. 4, 1997, when word spread through Ringgold's three-stoplight downtown that EMTs called to the
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