Sunday, October 23, 2005
Eerie October, Part 6: Dreadful Dave's Petrifying Pics
Halloween is getting closer, and in the next week or two (whenever the mood hits me), I'm going to post a story about my own true-life encounter with a ghost.
I'll give you just a little info on my story here, though, if you're interested....
About 15 years ago I worked at a small-town radio station here in my hometown area. It was a country-and-western station with a partial-day broadcast license, strictly small town stuff. The building was old, a bit dilapidated, and completely haunted.
While I worked there, I saw a ghost on two separate occasions, and I heard and saw evidence of what some might call "poltergeist" activity on more occasions than I can remember.
I was not the only one, either. In fact, there were more employees of this radio station who did see and hear these "paranormal" occurrences than there were employees who didn't experience any of it.
I've remained close friends with one of my former co-workers from those days, and I've asked him if he'd like to write up any of his own memories of the experiences. I think he's a little reluctant to do so, and his reasons are probably numerous and perfectly good. I respect that. Not everyone should be expected to dig around in their own mental graveyard just because I've decided to do a little excavating in my own.
This is a picture of the building, the broadcast studio and offices of the radio station. Sometimes, I look back on my memories of the things that happened there and just chalk them up to interesting experiences, fun stuff to amuse guests with once I've gotten to know them a little bit.
Other times... especially if I wake up in the middle of the night unsettled for any reason, and I can't get back to sleep... I remember the things I saw and heard in a state of absolute terror. Some of it, to be honest, I've tried to block out. Most of the time, it stays blocked... but I occasionally remember those specific things, and the way that they made me feel, in the dead of night.
Some people will think that I'm crazy when I post the story... but, heck, I've given ample evidence of my insanity at this blog already. I don't guess I exactly have a sterling reputation at risk here.
Anyway, in the meantime, here's a couple of good pictures that were forwarded to me by Dave at the Chronicles of Rhodester. Dave knows I enjoy this stuff (for whatever reason) and was kind enough to pass these along. Click the pics to visit the pages dedicated to them at the Coast to Coast website.
Other Eerie October posts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
The top pic looks really cool. I read the story behind it. If it hasn't been tampered with, then that is truly remarkable.
Here, let me know what you think of this one, it's a poem I call "Ode to the Southern Renaissance Man"
Of the size of his flag he'll regale ya
And his knowledge of sheep genitalia
He's a loyal Bush fan
See, he's plastered his van
Front to back with Bush paraphernalia
Speaks in grunts and words single-syllabic
Rebel flag is his state’s social fabric
That he wears on his back
Racist chic (the new black)
Thinks that Condi is hot (for a black chick)
His lust for Rush Limbaugh is chronic
Though he claims that its only platonic
A confirmed shitto-head
Rush’s pic by his bed
The mere thought of Rush gets him hardon-ic
Drives two rusted old gray Chevy half-tons
Favorite things are cold beers and warm guns
Pile of trash in his yard
He don’t work none too hard
Loves all stem cells (except for the gay ones)
Left school early but might can still cipher
Rebel Yell he considers a cry ‘fer
Some saving of face
By the South’s “master race”
At the Johnny Reb club he’s a lifer
Saw Dukes of Hazzard and went apoplectic
He’s a hillbilly film genre skeptic
Burt’s Boss Hogg he found lazy
And Jess Simpson as Daisy
He found forced, trite, and quite antiseptic
Mention Clinton, his lip starts to quiver
“Hillary” down his spine sends a shiver
Head in ass, he don’t know
‘bout the fiscal death blow
GOP to him’s set to deliver
Haute cuisine 2 big Macs (extra cheese)
Mention Reagan he drops to his knees
Though he’s flat busted broke
Still he loves the rich folk
Though it screws him he’ll do as they please
High culture to him? Wax museum
The next NASCAR event? Bet you’ll see him
Sunburned, drunk, weighs a ton
There’s a million, which one?
He’s the one with the 12 beer per diem
Loves the war long as it ain’t him fightin’
The sad truth is it’s hard to enlighten
One who lacks brains or balls
Hides when his country calls
Loves war talk, but real war tends to frighten
Though morally blind he can see
Fiscal damage done by GOP
Supports them all the more
Hates those gays, loves that war
Sign on scrotum and head: Vacancy
A twice-born evangelical dimwit
Found Christ once, but misplaced him, dagnabbit
Born of shit and whole cloth
Greatest virtue is sloth
Moral and intellectual midget
He is fat-assed, foul-smelling and toothless
Loves his dog, to his kids he is ruthless
Works full time at the dump
Proudly dumb as a stump
Claims his sex scandal rumors are truthless
Says the South will be risin' agin'
Should we fear Southern Man and his kin?
Shoot, they's plumb out of luck
Couldn't start Granny's truck
They'll regroup with some home-distilled gin
They’ll debate whether South Carolina
Is the country’s asshole or vagina
It’s the foremost debate
In the reddest Red State
While Bush exports all their jobs to China
: 12:11 PM Lorna, you'd be in BIG trouble.
Darrell- get that story posted. Leave NOTHING out. Also, call in to C2C Friday night during open lines and tell it to George- I'll be listening :-)
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