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I once saw a subliminal advertising executive, but only for a second.

Wesley’s corn allergies caused some mild swelling, but he was convinced that the Chuck Wagon team was in there, and his parents just couldn’t keep him out of the Post Toasties.
In the 1950s, one was expected to be ready to feed and irrigate the crew at any moment including at the sinful hour of 12:00 midnight. This “Raiders of the Schlitzbox” shared a page with an Ace hardware sale ad for padlocks. On the opposite page, “Automatic rifles for fun and sport”.
These people look like they’re earnestly trying to convince each other of something. It’s almost as if their lives depend on it. Somewhere standing off-camera is a madman with a bomb strapped to his chest.

Frankenstein’s Boston Travelogue

Frankenstein in Salem, MA “Most of my treasured memories of travel are recollections of sitting.” ~Robert Thomas Allen

Sometimes you have to get away from all the pitchforks, the torch carrying mobs, that nutjob scientist who keeps trying to jump start his car off your electrodes.

Frankenstein on Boston HarborA trip to New England was just the ticket for our pal Frankenstein this past September. Except for the insane (and I mean completely lunatic) drivers and the unusually hot weather, Frank had a lovely vacation.

Click here for Frankenstein’s complete Boston travelogue with pictures and commentary

Proof that somebody loves you is in the existence of hotdog mummies

This is HalloweenAfter the frenzy that was Halloween, SpookyBlue.com feels like a carnival after everyone has gone home, nothing left but a few scraps of paper and the faint aroma of stale popcorn. You look to see what that something sticky is on the bottom of your shoe and listen to the last echos of dying laughter fade into the growing night.

Kirk once described the Enterprise in Star Trek III as a “house with all the children gone”. There is definitely that feeling in the air around here. Always hopeBut a nice bowl of chili and a couple of hotdog mummies help to chase away that depressing “Spock’s dead” feeling.

And don’t forget that in a few short weeks we’ll begin to see a new and miraculous transformation across the countryside. A festival of lights, red, gold, and green, will push back the dark veil. A new excitement flavoring an icy wind with a hint of cinnamon and peppermint. We’ll gather again to sing and play and say thanks. Faw who for-aze, dah who dor-aze!

And, come January, if we’re lucky and the wooly worms have any say in the matter, we’ll get buried in a huge snow storm. Sounds like a great way to kick off 2008. There’s always hope, whenever and wherever you are, don’t you agree?

SpookyBlue’s 2007 Halloween photo gallery
Halloween at Snug Harbor
Grave Robbers Ball
Spooky Hollow – Dark & Scary
Snug Harbor becomes Spooky Hollow

The old guy in the parlor

Snug Harbor is a real place, and not that hard to locate. You’ll find it on city streets where corn shocks rustle in store windows. In neighborhoods where jack-o-lanterns and orange, yellow, and purple mums line driveways, where bed-sheet-ghosts hang flapping from lamp posts. In kitchens and on front porch swings where neighbors visit over coffee.

It is where people gather to share friendship, warmth, stories. Friend of SpookyBlue Robert Holland writes of Snug Harbor…

My mother-in-law loves to give out candy at Halloween, so each year we bundled her up and set her on the porch in a comfortable chair, like a live prop. And that old woman scared the devil out of a lot of our visitors, sitting in a darkened corner of the patio.

This year she’s suffered a third stroke, and it would be cruel to sit her outside. So we decided to open our front doors and put the ol’ gal in the parlor. Kids will have to venture inside a few feet to get the goods. And of course the entry is fully decorated (flicker lights in the chandelier, creepy pix in the electronic photo frame, and various lamps with altogether too-little wattage).

And, of course, a booming, raging thunderstorm outside…

The thing is, I’m not around much for the haunting. I’m usually out traipsing the neighborhood with my daughter. Ah, but soon she will be too old to go door-to-door, and I’ll be the old guy in the parlor. The future looks bright as a 25-watt bulb, and for Halloween, that’s ideal.

We couldn’t agree more, Robert.
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