I’m not scared, you’re scared! Ok maybe everybody is a little scared. But Friday means we get to celebrate being scared, and the veil between this world an others grows very thin… so we celebrate, with music and food and drink and howling at the moon, though you’ll probably get a mouthful of water. Friday we’ll have a potluck and music with Ron Joe and Marc, appropriate to the evening, and the Saturday we will look at the ofrenda and celebrate the dead. Then, after all the catharsis, the Bills will beat KC like an old rug.
DEATH IS SMALLER THAN I THOUGHT
My Mother and Father died some years ago
I loved them very much.
When they died my love for them
Did not vanish or fade away.
It stayed just about the same,
Only a sadder colour.
And I can feel their love for me,
Same as it ever was.
Nowadays, in good times or bad,
I sometimes ask my Mother and Father
To walk beside me or to sit with me
So we can talk together
Or be silent.
They always come to me.
I talk to them and listen to them
And think I hear them talk to me.
It’s very simple –
Nothing to do with spiritualism
Or religion or mumbo jumbo.
It is imaginary.
It is real.
It is love.
–Adrian Mitchell
No particular food specials this weekend, come enjoy the party Friday, then eat all the candy Saturday.