HALLOWEENIE

It

is
no
secret
...
Halloween is my favorite time of year...

I love the cooler nights,
colored leaves
and the ability to dress up,
and be someone else,
without seeming too weird...
:) I hope...

My favorite Halloween
was spent with the man of my nightmares...
Vincent Furnier,
or you may recognize him as
Alice Cooper.

He came to Fremont a few years back.
So I donned a heavy fur coat, (to stay warm),
my pearly white fangs,
and even red contact lenses...

I grabbed a photograph of him,
that had been a gift a few years earlier,
and went to wait in line for his autograph...

I was second in line.
The guy in front of me brought his guitar
to be autographed.
About four cool hours later
the doors opened
and we were allowed
to have our picture taken,
as you can see...
and get one autograph...

It was great to meet the guy
who sang all those cool songs
back in the 70's...
I think I knew all the words
to all his songs
back then...
We would ride around,
in my blue Chevy El Camino,
crank up his tunes,
in the tape player
and play frisbee,
in the middle of the road...

Who could believe, decades later,
he would still be going strong,
still singing and performing
like it was just yesterday...
and he was still tall
(well at least taller than me)
dark
(in more ways than one...)
and handsome
(even without the eye makeup) ,
and he even dressed in leather ...

I even liked his snake...

and you KNOW...

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don't like snakes...

It was a real treat, that I will not soon forget...



I bought Sister a crystal ball that night...


So let's dress up...
and TRICK or TREAT...

Boo!
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I'D RATHER BE MARION OHIO, THAN DAYTON...

That's right I have fallen in love with MARION...
I will consider this place home too...

I went to MARION,
to find my friend Forrest...
and to stop for a mystery box,
and to see a little red-haired girl...

I took my clues...
and went on a mid-morning hike...
I heard I would find him in his "room"...
He had left his mark in many places,
and the clues took me on a trip
that was just beautiful...

This is a hike you should soon take.

I was on a quest to break F-500.
Just to show myself I could.
As Coffee Mug and Granny Butterfly say...
"we're not into numbers and noses...
just out to have a good time..."
to converse with nature...
and feel the cool breeze
blowing through my hair...

How is it that I have lived over a half century now
but feel under a quarter century old?

Maybe it is because of that fresh Ohio air.

Going to the quarry
brought back many good feelings
about home...
and being 21...

When I was younger
I used to hike up to the Quarry,
around the Prospect, Maine area,
with old friends.

That is where part a of the movie
PET CEMETERY,
by Stephen King,
was filmed.

My Mom and nephew
went to the filming every day
and took a bunch of pictures...

The best part of that
was getting photographs,
first hand,
of the cemetery
and the movie sets.

The downside was listening to how the movie was made,
and how the stunts were done...
It kinda took the thrill out of seeing the movie.

The part of the movie,
where the guy goes to the top of that mountain,
where all the Indian stones are piled,
is the quarry where we used to swim.

Not many Mainiacs,
who live in that part of Maine,
haven't been to the quarry.

Last time I went up there
I noticed the NO TRESSPASSING sign
and the German Shephards,
that are there to guard the entrance,
and I sighed...
just another memory now...
not to be revisited.

Too bad...
It was a magical time...

But now I have new friends
and new adventures
and new memories...

I look for places to go
that remind me of home...
it makes Ohio more like home
every day.

And there's no place like home...

LUCKY ME

Lucky me... I met my wonderful husband on Friday the 13th. A year and a month later (the day before Valentines Day) he proposed asking "What Friday the 13th do you want to get married on?".

"The next one, of course.", was my answer. So we were married on
FRIDAY September 13, 1996....



For me... 13 is THE BIG ONE.

I have always loved the number 13.

My staircase at home has 13 steps...

My son was #13 on the Church League Baseball team...

The year has 13 full moons... "13 Moons onTurtles Back" is one of my favorite books...

Well all I can say is that I sure have been LUCKY!

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