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Posts tagged ‘can’t go home again’

You bric it, you brac it

November 14th, 2019

In Victorian times, members of the newly minted bourgeoisie would express their prosperity by decking out their domiciles in the style of a TGI Fridays. Every surface, patch of wall, or cozy corner had to be crammed with a bewildering assortment of knickknacks. What began as a curated clutter of somewhat valuable objets d’art soon […]

My childhood consumption of “spooky” lit followed a fairly predictable path for its era. There were Hitchcock and Serling branded anthologies borrowed from the public library, collections of non-gory classics purchased from school book fairs, Twilight Zone Magazine tales of varying quality, check-out aisle digests related supposedly true tales of the paranormal and squicky passages […]

Treasures buried

September 19th, 2017

My grandma celebrated her 90th birthday last weekend, so I stopped by her place with a card and some candy. In previous years, I tried to keep these visits as brief as possible — “hi/how are you doing/that’s great/gotta run.” My family isn’t really known for its sense of closeness in a physical sense. We […]

The march toward mortality

July 14th, 2014

There’s a well known first season episode of The Twilight Zone titled “Walking Distance, price ” where Gig Young plays a middle aged ad man who has car trouble while driving past the outskirts of his childhood hometown. To kill time until the repairs are finished, he decides to check out his old hood and […]

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