This was one of the coolest things anyone ever shared with me. Had no idea someone had completed an extreme detailed analysis of Ray Parker Jr's song Ghostbusters. I can't recall the last time that listening to a podcast brought me such intense joy (you'll see what I mean). By the end of this glorious thing, I was blissed out on nostalgia and proud to be born in the land of Ghostbusters and 80's movie magic.
As someone who is perpetually searching for blog content, I see a lot of Halloween imagery. A LOT of it. Over those many years, one image would pop up over and over again. And every time I see it, I pause and study it. It captures so many wonderful aspects of the High Holiday. It's Mysterious and Dark. It's a curiosity. If Ray Bradbury's short stories became one image all at once, it would be that piece of art.
From the 2022 season, a series of food and beverage offerings that are pretty nifty:
He framed the name of his friend with his lips, yet the sound did not come forth. Some deeper instinct warned him to hold it back. Instead, after incredible efforts, he climbed that iron gate and dropped down into the soaking grass upon the other side. Then, taking advantage of all the cover he could find, he ran, swiftly and stealthily, towards the cemetery. On the way, without quite knowing why he did so, he picked up a heavy stick; and a moment later he stood beside the low wall that separated the fields from the churchyard -- stood and stared.
There, beside the tombstones, with their hideous metal wreaths and crowns of faded flowers, he made out the figure of his friend; he was stooping, crouched down upon the ground; behind him rose a couple of bushy yew trees, against the dark of which his form was easily visible. He was not alone; in front of him, bending close over him it seemed, was another figure -- a slight, shadowy, slim figure.
- Algernon Blackwood
