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Casey was not afraid of ghost.  But, every night when she walked home she had to pass the City Cemetery and the thought of all those hundreds of putrefying bodies buried just a few feet away creeped her out.

Can a child die from fright, from his own…imagination?

‘Johnny, there is no monster under the bed.  I just looked.’

‘Yes, but Dad, he isn’t there until you leave!’

Molly is blind.   Her parents don’t believe her when she says that for the past two nights there has been tapping at her window and a voice whispers ‘Please let me in.’    Her mom says it is just wind and rain; but Molly doesn’t think so.   Tonight she will leave the window open.

How hungry do you have to be to eat the flesh of another human being?  Some might call it cannibalism, but I call it survival.
 

I knew grandma was dead when I opened the front door, but I still called her name as I climbed the stairs.  Outside her bedroom door I hesitated; I put my hand on the knob, but couldn’t turn it: that smell

Three days till Halloween
the Ol'Buzzard

use it you want.  You are welcome.O'B

WINTER IS COMING AND I LOVE IT

I love it.  The high temperature tomorrow will be seventy and the low tonight forty-nine.   The trees are starting to show red and the daylight is getting shorter.  

It is great to be alive right about now – this is my time of year: moving toward winter.  

I still have some chores to finish up before the first snow fall, and the time to do them; meanwhile my wife starts to decorate the house to the season.

Winter is coming, along with our favorite holidays: 

Thanksgiving, Halloween, fall equinox and winter solstice.

I feel good

the Ol’Buzzard

OCTOBER: A SPECIAL MONTH FOR SPECIAL PEOPLE

When you are married to a witch October is a special month.

October 

Damn my hair has turned white.  

But, I still have some black in my mustache and my pubes are still black.

 The season for witches - and this one is mine

The baby is always watching the mamma witch

The Older Cat - My wife's familiar 

The exercise bike sits idle behind the chest: perhaps she can cast a spell that will make us want to use it next month.

Double bubble toil and trouble...

Counting down to Halloween

Look into my eyes...

The witch's broom -  hand made by an artisan in Kentucky.

Something evil this way comes

the Ol'Buzzard

A POX ON THE CONGRESS

It is probably my age.

                                       

Or perhaps it is the month of October: a month of ghost and goblins and ghouls – Oh my! 

                             

But, the debt ceiling fight and the government shutdown seems totally out of place at this time of the year: a time of harvest – a time of food and friends and fairs and celebration from a year of toil.  

I have said before that I can’t seem to get goaded into depression about what seems now to be business as usual in Washington.   

People are posting dooms day scenarios on what Rachel Maddow calls the internet machine.  

But in reality: all of this will end in just one way.   We will grow old and infirmed or diseased or suffer an accident – and then we all die.  We will get put in the ground, or cremated and have our ashes in an urn – or some not so lovable relative will flush us down the toilet.   Whatever the outcome; when this happens, we won’t care about the debt ceiling or governments or political parties. 

And then two or three generations in the future – when we are long forgotten – people will still be exasperated with their politicians; liberals will be disgusted with the way the rich treat the poor; and people with hearts and brains will be protesting the next war. 

Things move on but stay the same.    You can’t walk in the same river twice, but the river is still there.  This slipstream of time that man has created – and mankind him and her self – are relevant only in the small self-centered ego of our species.

We change the things we can and accept the things we can’t change. 

We are approaching the season of All Hallows Eve when the dead can walk - in our minds.  We should use this season to put things in perspective.  

Celebrate this season.

A pox on the Congress.

the Ol’Buzzard

ALL HALLOWS EVE

From pagan time to present All Hallows Eve has been the time that ghost can walk upon the earth.  

Do you believe in ghost?  It seems to me that if you believe in the Christian God and angels and resurrection you must also believe in ghost. 

New England is full of ghost stories and first hand accounts.   A friend of mine who was working as a painter in an old Maine house swears he saw a ghost dressed in a Civil War uniform.   An older couple my wife and I know swear that while staying in a noted haunted bed and breakfast they saw a woman in white walk through their room one night.  

Even down south the stories are ripe.   In the Vicksburg (Mississippi) Battle Ground Park there are people who swear they have seen a southern officer mounted on a horse galloping through the park late in the evening.

I won’t even dignify a remark about the ghost hunter reality shows on television.

The one point that all these sightings have in common is that the ghost were wearing clothes. 

 

You are not born with clothes on and it only stands to reason that if you could appear after death you would be necked.  

Do you take your clothes with you when you die, or do ghost have a wardrobe to choose from after death and before their haunting presence?   

No one seems to question that the Battle Field ghost is riding a ghost horse, on a ghost saddle, wearing a ghost uniform and carrying a ghost sword.   Makes you wonder if he has ghost underwear on beneath his uniform and ghost socks inside his boots.

OK, a horse and a man: they can die.   But clothing – how can clothing return?   Can you be haunted by an empty suite of clothes or a ghostly bra and panties?    

I am just asking?

the Ol’Buzzard