Happy Halloween week! Way back at the beginning of April Brad Gyori was on the podcast. You can read the original post and listen here. When we spoke in April Brad told us of his plans for a production of his Geo-location play, “Shelley’s Heart,” It goes live on Wednesday, Halloween, so I thought it would be great to have Brad back to discuss the production. For those of us who can’t travel to Bournemouth, England you can get the entire experience at https://www.shelleysheart.com/sample and I strongly encourage you to do it. It’s interactive, it’s great storytelling, and makes me want to hop on a plane. Good work Brad!
So it’s Halloween week, and in addition to Brad and Shelley’s Heart, the Lesson of the Day is sharing some of my own personal ghost stories. First up is my grandmother, Kakky. She died in 1982, but shows up regularly, and keeps pushing me to finish my horse racing documentary- more on that in a few weeks. She often shows up in my dining room, every now and then show teases me and pokes her finger in my chest and tells me to keep going. A couple of Christmases ago, I was at my parents house searching through a folder of financial documents. We had been talking about Kakky, and there, in the middle of all these papers is this photograph. There was no logical reason this picture from 1969 should have been there, but there it was. Kakky wanted us to know she was around. Hi Kakky.
Teacher Man Ghost Story # 2.
About 2 days before I found the picture of Kakky, our dog Nelson died. He was the sweetest thing. I found him chained to a fence in 2005, and he was with us and his big brother, Vishnu, until he died. About 2 weeks after his death a motion detection light in the backyard went off. It hadn’t worked in months, and hasn’t worked since. It was Nelson coming home, I am sure. And to drive the point home, the iPhone blew up with one of those “memory” things- all photos of Nelson.
And finally, just at this time last year our other dog, Vishnu died. Vish was “my” dog. We were close. Either I was like him, or he was like me. Stubborn in our ways, a little crotchety, we like to eat, he drank like crazy, we were close. By the time he died at 15 he was arthritic and drugged up like Keith Richards. That dog could maintain on all sorts of painkillers and other things. 10 days before his death we went to a dog blessing. Our groomer, Patty at Bark Bark Club was there and unbeknownst to us, took a picture of Vishnu. A couple of weeks later I was really sad. I missed Vish a lot and I didn’t understand why he didn’t come back home like Nelson did. Just at that time I go get out mail, and in the delivery was a letter- yes snail mail- from Patty with a printed photograph of Vishnu from the dog blessing. Just when I was wondering where he was, I literally walked in the front door with him one final time.
Those are my ghost stories. Happy Halloween. Listen to the podcast here: