Thursday, July 24, 2014
Villain, Jerry, and I put forth one of the best episodes yet. We discuss the most embarrassing way to die, what pisses us off, the kinds of bars we'd open, and the hype over Star Wars. Grab your headphones, turn up the volume, and get your hunger for brainy stuff fed right here.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Travel south on A1A just past Sunrise Boulevard and you’ll notice the walled-off area guarding lush flora instead of high-rise hotels or tacky shops/bars. I have lived in South Florida now for thirty-four years and just realized that that little strip of land houses one of the best attractions to visit, The Bonnet House.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
After having encountered graveyards, a writer’s ghost, and a possessed doll, I felt it was time to align my mojo back to the light side. On the morning Lola, Sarah, and I headed out we made one additional stop.
I felt the strongest sense of spirit and the most island feel from the Basilica of Saint Mary, Star of the Sea.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
We started out our Tuesday morning in sunny Key West heading to a fort right down the road from the hotel. Little did I know that I would have the creepiest experience of my life that day.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Settlers on Key West first interred their dead at a low level area on the island only to have the bodies wash up during a hurricane. After such a frightening debacle, residents relocated the site to the center of the key where over one hundred thousand bodies reside in coffins and mausoleums, most of which have been built above ground.
There’s a lot of activity at this graveyard, but it’s not human!
Friday, July 11, 2014
“He was going to sleep a little while. He lay still and death was not there. It must have gone around another street. It went in pairs, on bicycles, and moved absolutely silently on the pavements.”
--Ernest Hemingway, “The Snows of Kilimanjaro”
Ernest Hemingway battled demons all his life. From time to time he would find sanctuary, sometimes in the arms of a new woman, sometimes in the fishing and hunting her pursued, and sometimes in his Key West home.
Rumors abound that Hemingway’s spirit never left the structure on Whitehead Street just across from the lighthouse.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Early explorers mistook the Spanish name Cayo Hueso for Key West. Little did they know that the title meant “isle of bones” for the sun-bleached piles of skeletons found along the shores of the furthest island in the chain. With an history like that, I figured I would surely find something paranormal there.
What I discovered creeped the hell out of me. But let’s start from the beginning.