Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall. I know I'm a witch, but I never expected to have my powers turn against me and send me and Jaxson back fifty years to a snowy winter wonderland. Who knew the seventies were so archaic? No computers, no cell phones, and TVs with small screens that weighed as much as a battleship. Okay, gas might have been $.36 a gallon, but that seemed to have been the only plus. Experiencing what it was like way back then was fun for about one day, but wouldn't you know it, a guest is murdered in the old Victorian B&B where we are staying. Surprise! Adding insult to injury, the only way we can return to sunny Witch's Cove in the 21st century is to solve this murder case-or so says some psychic. I'll be honest, at first it kind of sounded fun, until I wondered how could we do that with no modern conveniences and no gossip queens. Even worse, there was no email. Please send all suggestions my way, though I have no idea if they will ever reach me. Oh, yeah. I'll be the girl in the bell-bottom jeans that aren't even pink. Such indignities.