Mt. Vernon Ghost Walk

Somethings are better written in the light of day. It is better writing about creepy, spooky, frightening things in bright sunshine than in the dark of night. The spooks and frights are less convincing when the shadows in the corner are gone.

Halloween was a few weeks ago, but we wanted to stretch out spook season for a few more days, so we went on the Mt. Vernon Ghost Walk Tour. It’s an offshoot of the Fells Point Ghost Walk, and it leads you around the haunted places of Mt. Vernon, Baltimore. It also gives you a nice history lesson of Baltimore for what are ghosts stories, but tales about a place — it’s history. But that isn’t so memorable, so let’s make it scary and you’ll remember the story.

That’s what’s was great about the ghost walk, the stories. Ghost stories are better in the first person whether that be P.O.V. or by spoken word. P.O.V. being me telling you my ghost experience. Spoken word is the ghost story being told out loud. And the story teller of our ghost walk was first rate. They really do a good job of telling the story.

Now, Baltimore is a great town for ghosts. It’s because of our second rate status. We are a small city trying to live big. We are south but never got a chance to secede. We are in between worlds just like ghosts. We have a chance to go between worlds.

There were great tales on the walk. It was a fun night. I liked it. I was spooked at times. I was surprised at times. I like ghost stories. You’ll have fun if you go.

Yes, have some

Coffee?  Tea?  Or me?

It’s beginning to feel like autumn. There’s a chill in the air. So mornings start off nice with a hot cup of coffee. Then, after lunch a cup of hot tea is nice as well. At night, some hot chocolate would help ease the day to slumber. And some Nozomi wouldn’t be bad at all.

Post office parking lot

I'm up early after a dream of sharks and minnows. Dreams come easy when
your bed is overheated from the unseasonal warmth. There's no sunlight
yet, and the darkness outside is calm. You can just about hear the
construction workers arriving at the plot of land across the street.
They leave their pickup trucks idling as they get some warmth and finish
up their coffee.I get ready for work, shower, brush my teeth, and iron my pants. I put
on a slightly wrinkled shirt that I hope will seem less wrinkled by my
activity during the day. It's going to be warm again, but I do put on a
jacket to ward the morning chill.My car, newly washed, has dew covering it, yet, it still sparkles from
the wash. I lament that I don't get to see it in a more pristine state,
but that happens when you don't park it in the garage. The wiper clears the condensation from the windshield. The car isn't
warm enough to keep the condensation reforming on the windshield. Each
successive pass of the blades slowly clears my vision.I have a bill to mail. It's Columbus Day, and the post office is
closed. I sit in my car contemplating whether to mail it. Should I use
the drive up mailboxes? They are probably stuffed with Sunday's mail.
They will probably stuffed with Monday's mail as well. Should I use the
drop slot in the post office itself? This doesn't get serviced until
the afternoon. It's the last thing they check before leaving. The bill is due Wednesday. Will it arrive on time?

“Use the corresponding face for the corresponding emotion.”

Damn, it’s hot. Eighty degrees in the shade and we’re in October makes it hot for the season.

I can’t stand it. I love autumn, my favorite season. The nights are getting shorter. There should be a chill in the air. Yet, it is not happening, and it completely bums me out.

I washed my car this afternoon. I should’ve gone twenty mile bike ride. I was wearing shorts. It’s October and the chill hasn’t hit yet.

We have a couple more days of this weather before autumn shows up. Hopefully, I’ll get my favorite season back.