Spirits of the holiday

 

This is what I look like after checking strings of Christmas lights and then untangling them for a couple of hours as I decorate the outside of our home to compete with the white trash neighbors.  The spirit moves me.

Speaking of spirits, I've been binge watching the History channels Haunted History for some reason. Too bad I haven't been engaging in a drinking game and doing shots every time they say some place or house is the most haunted in the country.  The series was from the early 2000s, so the ghost stories are pretty old. But apparently ghosts never die so the show is still relevant if devoid of any facts.

Some of the stories are a bit of a stretch. I'm watching Haunted Chicago right now and they of course started with the St. Valentines Day Massacre. But the garage where it happened was torn down, so they focused on people who collected bricks from the garage after it was demolished and they claim there is a curse on the bricks. One guy had four bricks and he was divorced four times. 

I just got goosebumps.  Though I image the divorces could have come from the guy bringing old bricks into the house. 

Apparently famous trial lawyer Clarence Darrow haunts the park in Chicago where he requested his ashes be scattered.  The show interviewed a ghost expert in Chicago who claims to have seen a man dressed in an old overcoat and wearing a fedora that was in style in the 1920s. The ghost expert said he was certain it was Clarence Darrow and it was the most significant thing that ever happened to him.

I pity the fool.

But still I binge watch the show. I can't imagine dying and then hanging around places turning lights off and on and playing music on juke boxes in bars that are closed (because apparently this is what many ghosts do). You would think you would do crosswords or something to pass eternity, not flip lights on and off. 

Frankly, I don't want to come back after I die, especially if it means throwing the occasional glass off form a bar and poking a person or two with your spectral finger.  I could do that shit when I'm alive.

Boo!