Shadows in the Sky: Are We Really Alone? My Terrifying Deep Dive into UFO Encounters

Hey everyone, buckle up because we're about to dive into something that has always given me the creeps: UFOs. I've been doing some serious digging lately and what I've found? Well, let's just say I'm sleeping with the lights on.

I've always felt I have been abducted as a kid but as I got older, I didn't think about it too much. However, in recent years, I began to get more interested in the subject again, starting when I stumbled upon this old article titled "Mysteries of the Skies." At first, I thought it would be just another collection of vague sightings. Boy, was I wrong. This wasn't just a list; it was a terrifying timeline stretching back through history, filled with stories that made my blood run cold.

Imagine being a Royal Canadian Air Force pilot in 1956, soaring above the Rocky Mountains and then seeing it. A massive, glowing disk hovering within a thunderhead. You grab your camera, snap a pic, but later, when you look at the scratched negative, there's this undeniable circle of light. Something that "defies scientific explanation." That's what physicist Bruce Maccabee said. And that, folks, is terrifying.

This article wasn't just about modern sightings, either. It dug deep into the past. Ancient Chinese tales of winged chariots, Sanskrit texts whispering about magical flying machines, Alexander the Great’s armies supposedly facing off against airborne objects. Even the Bible has Ezekiel's vision of "wheel-within-a-wheel vehicles." Are these all just myths? Or hints of something far more unsettling?

Then came the air age and things got even weirder. World War II pilots reported “foo fighters”—unexplained lights buzzing around their planes. And after 1947, with the alleged "flying saucer" sighting, the reports just exploded. Reading through some of these accounts felt like watching a horror movie unfold:

1904, North Pacific: Imagine being aboard the U.S.S. Supply, as the sailors were and reporting being followed by three "remarkable meteors" while crossing the North Pacific. This wasn't just one stray light; it was a formation and they moved in a way that suggested they were tracking the ship. That sends shivers down my spine.

1926, Himalayas: Picture this: Russian artist and explorer Nikolay Roerich, trekking through the Himalayas, claims to have seen a "big and shiny" object moving at great speed across the sky. It’s not just a glimpse; it’s a large, reflective object moving faster than any known aircraft of the time. What was it?

• 1947, Washington State: While flying over Washington State, pilot Kenneth Arnold, likely thinking he was just going to see something normal, initially thought he saw a formation of jets. But then, he quickly realized the bright objects had no tails, which jets would have. This, my friends, is often cited as one of the first modern UFO sightings and coined the term "flying saucers." The world changed after that day.
• 1947, Roswell, New Mexico: Now, we can't talk UFOs without mentioning Roswell. After a couple there spotted "two inverted saucers" in the sky, debris was found nearby. Some people suggested the debris was from crashed UFOs, leading to the famous Roswell incident and conspiracy theories about government cover-ups. Did something crash, and if so, what?
• 1951, Mount Kilimanjaro: The crew of an East African Airways plane flying over Mount Kilimanjaro observed a "metallic, bullet-shaped object over 200 feet long." That's not just something small flashing by; that's a massive, solid and elongated object, unlike any conventional aircraft of the time.
• 1952, Washington, D.C.: Imagine this on a summer night, seven unknown objects appear on radar at the air-traffic-control center of National Airport in Washington, D.C. This wasn’t just one person seeing something strange; it involved radar detection and multiple witnesses at a critical government location. It's official and recorded.
• September 1952, Northern Europe: During September 1952, a wave of UFO sightings occurred across Northern Europe. Many NATO military personnel reported seeing strangely maneuvering spheres, triangles and disks. Different shapes, different flight patterns, but all unexplained. How does that make you feel?
• 1954, Labrador: Crew and passengers on a British Overseas Airways plane flying south of Labrador witnessed an airborne "blob" surrounded by six smaller objects. A blob? What does that even mean? That description suggests an amorphous, central object with smaller accompanying objects.
• 1957, Brazil: A young Brazilian farmer reported being taken aboard an alien craft where a female extraterrestrial allegedly tried to conceive a hybrid baby with him. Let that sink in. This story includes a claim of alien abduction and interaction that's unlike any other on this list.
• 1959, New Guinea: During a series of UFO sightings in New Guinea, witnesses claimed to have waved to aliens aboard a low-flying spaceship and that the aliens returned the gesture. Direct interaction, communication even! If true that’s amazing.
• 1961, New Hampshire: A couple, Betty and Barney Hill, claimed they were abducted from their car by aliens piloting a tilting, luminous disk. This is one of the earliest and most well-known alien abduction stories. Imagine this.
• 1964, New Mexico: A New Mexico police officer reported finding an egg-shaped craft in a gully and two white-clad humanoids allegedly emerged from it. A specific craft shape and humanoid figures associated with it! That's like something out of a movie.
• October 1973, Pascagoula, Mississippi: Two fishermen claimed they were abducted by aliens and subjected to medical examinations inside a UFO. Another case involving alleged alien abduction and physical examination. I can’t even imagine how terrifying it would be to be those men.
• 1976, Tehran: Two Iranian Air Force jets investigating a strange craft over Tehran reportedly experienced malfunctions, one near the UFO and the other when chased by a glowing device launched by the UFO. Technological interference and interaction between military aircraft and the unidentified object? That's a whole new level of creepy.
• 1978, Bass Strait, Australia: A young civilian pilot and his plane vanished after radioing ground control about a strange aircraft hovering above him. A potential connection between the UFO sighting and the pilot's disappearance? That’s nightmare fuel right there.
• 1978, Kuwait: A domed UFO with a flashing red light allegedly landed in a Kuwaiti oil field. While no physical evidence was found, additional sightings were reported over several months. A landing event with ongoing sightings. What were they doing there?
• December 27, 1980, Woodbridge, England: U.S. airmen reportedly found a landed UFO and, according to rumors, its crew of three-foot-tall aliens. The Rendlesham Forest incident. Alleged close encounters with aliens. This is no longer just an observation, but a full blown encounter.
• 1981, Trans-en-Provence, France: A UFO reportedly landed, leaving circular impressions in the ground and altering the genetic makeup of grasses. A physical landing with tangible effects on the environment. That's scary real.
• 1986, Alaska: A Japan Air Lines cargo plane encountered three UFOs, one coming so close that the pilot requested a course change. A commercial aircraft encountering UFOs and needing to take evasive action. That must have been terrifying for the crew.
• 1989, Voronezh, Soviet Union: A Soviet report of a UFO landing in Voronezh was considered absurd and potentially a cover for government alarm over a real alien encounter. Suggests a government's possible reaction to a genuine event. How many coverups are there really?

And the list goes on. Each story sends a shiver down my spine. It's like the skies aren’t just empty space; they’re a stage for something we don’t understand, maybe something we aren’t supposed to understand.

What really got to me was the 1978 account of the pilot who vanished over Australia's Bass Strait. Just…gone. That kind of sudden disappearance is the stuff of nightmares. And the 1980 incident in Woodbridge, England, with the alleged three-foot-tall aliens? Makes my heart pound.

Is it possible that we're not alone? That these "mysteries of the skies" are actually evidence of something watching us? Something beyond our comprehension? I don't have the answers, but I know I'll be looking up a lot more often now—maybe with a healthy dose of fear.

What do you think? Have you ever had a strange experience in the sky?

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A Childhood Obsession with Garbage Pail Kids! (And Why I Never Had Them)

Hey there, fellow nostalgics! Today, I’m taking a little detour from the usual grind. My book, Under the Lifeguard's Watch, is still calling my name and Casper and Soren are really pushing me to get their story just right. And while Saturdays are typically reserved for my beloved Saturday TV memories (hello, Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling!), I've got so much on my plate right now that a GLOW post will have to wait for another day. Saturday GLOWcase will be back, I promise!

But today, I just had to talk about something that was a massive part of my childhood wants, a true relic of the 80s that drove some parents absolutely bonkers and kept teachers on a constant hunt for contraband: Garbage Pail Kids. Now, before you start picturing my own childhood collection, let me clarify: I never actually got Garbage Pail Kids as a kid. I knew better than to even ask Mama. Daddy's reaction was a dismissive wave and a pronouncement that they were "stupid" and that baseball cards were a far superior investment. He even started a collection for me, which I mostly ignored, more interested in the cute players than the stats. Daddy eventually took them away from me and continued collecting cards throughout the years. I think Becki still has Daddy's card collection. As for Garbage Pail Kids, much like every other kid showing theirs off, they likely would have been confiscated by my teachers anyway. So, while I didn't own them, their legend definitely loomed large in my late elementary school years.

Do you remember those wonderfully disgusting trading cards and stickers? Man, they were everything to a 10 year old! Released by Topps back in 1985, these bad boys were a hilarious and utterly gross parody of the incredibly popular Cabbage Patch Kids. While Cabbage Patch dolls were all about sweetness and adoption, GPKs were their ugly, booger-picking, eyeball-popping counterparts. And we absolutely loved them!

The creative minds behind these masterpieces were Mark Newgarden and the legendary Pulitzer Prize-winning cartoonist Art Spiegelman, among others. The main creative artist, John Pound, truly brought these characters to life with his perfectly grotesque illustrations, and he had a fantastic team helping him out, including talents like Tom Bunk, James Warhola and Jay Lynch.

They were all the rage, and it felt like every kid in the cafeteria and on the playground was trading them and showing off their latest finds. But, as you can imagine, something so delightfully rebellious wasn’t going to fly everywhere. Schools all over started banning them left and right. I remember the constant threat of confiscation; it was like a secret mission just to bring them to school! And then, of course, the inevitable happened: the creator of the Cabbage Patch dolls slapped Topps with a lawsuit. It was a whole big thing, but it honestly just made them even cooler to us kids.

From the iconic Adam Bomb, whose head literally explodes, to the delightfully morbid Ghastly Ashley, there were over 600 cards released across 16 different series. And get this – they were produced in tons of countries, so kids all over the world got to revel in their gross-out glory. What was really neat was that most cards came in two versions, "a" and "b," with the only difference being the name of the character. So, you'd have, say, Nasty Nick and Evil Eddie, both featuring the same awesome artwork. It added another layer to the collecting craze, trying to get both versions of your favorites!

While they had their heyday, GPKs definitely faded from the mainstream for a while. But here’s the cool part: they started making a comeback in 2003 and Topps has even re-released some of the original series for special anniversaries. You can now find them in their "Chrome" edition, released in 2023. And for those of you who held onto our childhood treasures, well, you might be sitting on a goldmine! Recent auctions on eBay have shown just how much some of these can be worth. I saw one Nasty Nick sell for an astonishing $8,049! And his other identity, Evil Eddie, a little behind but still going for an eye popping $2,224. Of course, these are definitely rare cases, but it just goes to show you that if you still have your old Garbage Pail Kids tucked away somewhere, you never know – they just might be worth a pretty penny. It makes me wish I hadn't spent my extra money on tapes, candy and gum!

So, what are your Garbage Pail Kids memories? Did your teachers confiscate them? Did your parents think they were a waste of money? Share your stories in the comments below! And if you enjoy these little trips down memory lane, or if you're just looking for more unique content, consider chipping in a little something to keep this blog going. Every bit helps me dedicate more time to these fun dives and, of course, stay tuned for more updates regarding my progress on getting Under the Lifeguard's Watch out into the world for Casper and Soren!

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From Popcorn Hustle to Spectacular Rides: The Story of Nova Expositions

 

Have you ever wondered about the magic behind your favorite carnival rides? The flashing lights, the thrill of the heights, the smell of popcorn in the air—it all comes from somewhere. Today, let’s dive into the story of Nova Expositions, a traveling carnival with a rich history and a few unexpected twists and turns along the way.

It all started with a young Ralph Sanders, a firm believer in the great American dream. Back in New Kensington, Pennsylvania, during the Depression, when he was just 13, Ralph and a friend started hustling popcorn. Talk about entrepreneurial spirit! Ralph, a second-generation American with German and Swiss roots, didn’t let tough times stop him. When his friend left town, he and his brother took over, added peanuts to their offerings, and built their very own popcorn machine in their dad’s tin shop with just $19. Their first day? They grossed $26. Not bad for a couple of kids with a dream!

After World War II, Ralph Sanders launched Ken-Penn Amusement, which would later become Nova Expositions. He started small, with a merry-go-round and a Ferris wheel, costing him $9,000. He recalled how hard it was to get a loan from the local bank back then! It really shows how far things have come. In 1947, he and his wife, Olga, took eight rides to their first fair in Armstrong County. The following year, they played at the Green County, Pennsylvania Fair, where they held the contract until the show eventually dissolved.

Nova Expositions eventually operated two units. Ralph’s son, Ronald Sanders, managed one unit covering Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Ohio, while Ralph handled the other. They’d combine forces for the West Virginia State Fair, making it a real family affair. Ronald and his wife, Edith, would kick off their season in mid-April and wrap it up in September. While I never experienced an actual carnival where Nova Expositions held a contract, as luck would have it, after their season ended, they booked some of their spectacular rides with other carnivals and played larger southern fairs in the fall, including the Pensacola Interstate Fair which Goodings Million Dollar Midways held the contract for at the time. It was pretty obvious while walking the midway that certain rides were not owned by Goodings. Doing a deeper dive into my carnival stories, I have discovered who owned some of the rides that appeared at the fair. Nova’s rides were a stand out due to their impeccable condition and eye for detail, including paint, lighting and cleanliness. It’s also heartwarming to hear about the scholarship Nova Expositions gave to the winner of the Miss West Virginia Fairs and Festivals Association—starting at $500 and growing to $1,000. That's a testament to their community involvement.

By the time the show closed in 1988, Nova Expositions had a lineup of fantastic rides, including the Hit 2000 (MACK Himalaya/Musik Express), Bayern Kurve, Wave Swinger, Flitzer Coaster, Goforth Sky Liner, Sky Wheel and Floyd & Baxter Bumper Cars. They also had a large kiddie land and other major rides, making sure there was fun for everyone.

Now, every story has its challenges. Nova Expositions was involved in a legal case with the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC). This stemmed from a dispute over the ownership of the rides and vehicles after a sheriff’s sale in 1988. The court found the sale to Edythe Sanders (Ronald's wife) was fraudulent and ruled in favor of the FDIC. It's a complicated legal situation, but it’s part of Nova Expositions’ history.

Ralph A. Sanders passed away on May 20, 1994, in New Kensington, PA, at the age of 79. He's remembered as an outstanding showman, and it's clear he poured his heart and soul into Nova Expositions.

What an incredible journey! From a humble popcorn stand to a thriving carnival, Ralph Sanders’ story is truly inspiring. It shows that with hard work and a bit of luck, anything is possible. And even with the legal hurdles they faced, the legacy of Nova Expositions lives on in the memories of those who enjoyed the rides and the atmosphere.

What are your favorite carnival memories? Have you ever been to a fair or carnival run by Nova Expositions? Share your stories in the comments below! We’d love to hear from you. If you've been touched by these kinds of stories, and have any little mementos or tokens from any such fairs or carnivals, feel free to share! Or, should you feel inclined to support my writings, you're welcome to send me a small token of appreciation through the appropriate channels (wink wink). Every little bit helps keep these historical tales alive!

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The Vanishing of Phobos 2: Did Aliens Attack a Soviet Spacecraft?

Have you ever stared up at the night sky and felt a shiver of something unknown? A feeling that we're not alone, that somewhere out there, in the endless expanse of space, something watches back? Well, buckle up, because I'm about to tell you a story that will send chills down your spine—a real-life space mystery that's as unnerving as any science fiction thriller.

It was March 27, 1989. Imagine the Cold War era, shrouded in secrets and tension. The Soviet Union had launched its Phobos 2 spacecraft in mid-1988 to explore Mars and its peculiar moon, Phobos. Things were going smoothly; Phobos 2 was snapping photos, sending data, and doing its job like a good little cosmic explorer. Then, out of nowhere, at 3:59 p.m. Moscow time, everything went haywire. Mission control lost contact. Just… gone. Imagine the frantic faces in that control room, the silence broken only by the hum of machines and the growing unease.

For hours, nothing. Then, a faint glimmer of hope! At 8:50 p.m., a weak signal flickered back to life for thirteen agonizing minutes, only to vanish again, this time for good. Engineers later reported that Phobos 2 was spinning wildly out of control. The official story? A computer malfunction. But whispers started… and then, louder voices, hinting at something far more sinister: a collision with an unidentified object.

Here's where it gets really creepy. Remember those photos Phobos 2 sent back? Soviet television news revealed that one of them showed a strange, dark elliptical shape between the spacecraft and Mars. Okay, strange, right? But wait—there's more. The final photo, the very last one, was so bizarre, so unsettling, that it's never been publicly released. A British scientist who got a peek said the Soviets saw something in it "which should not be there." What does that even mean? My mind races with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last.

Naturally, this sent the UFO community into a frenzy. Theories flew faster than, well, a runaway spacecraft. American author Zecharia Sitchin and other UFO enthusiasts believe that dark object wasn’t just space junk. They think it was an alien craft. And the final, secret photo? They say it shows an alien attack, a real-life "star war," where Phobos 2 was knocked out by an extraterrestrial interloper. Chilling, isn’t it?

Imagine being a scientist on that mission, sifting through those last images, knowing something was terribly wrong. What secrets do those photos hold? Why haven't they been released? Could it be that we’re not alone, and something out there is not just watching, but perhaps... protective of its own territory? It’s a thought that keeps me up at night, staring at the stars.

What do you think? Was Phobos 2 a victim of a malfunction, or something far more extraordinary? I'd love to hear your thoughts and theories in the comments below. And if you’ve found this dive into the unknown as captivating as I did, perhaps you’d like to support my explorations into these mysteries further. Any contributions, no matter how small, help keep the search for answers going. This kind of research isn't free you know! Every penny helps uncover a little more of the truth, don’t you think? Let's get to the bottom of these cosmic secrets together.

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My toes are still dipped into "Under The Lifeguard's Watch" – Another Deep Dive into My Writing Journey!

Hey everyone! I'm so excited to share another update on my book, Under The Lifeguard’s Watch. It feels like a lifetime since I started writing it and it's been a journey of twists, turns and a whole lot of soul-searching.

Life, as it always does, has a way of throwing curveballs, right? Between work commitments and those inevitable ups and downs that come with just, well, being human, the revisions for Under The Lifeguard’s Watch have been a slower process than I initially hoped. I haven't stopped writing, not by a long shot, just had to pump the brakes a little. It’s funny, sometimes getting back into the rhythm and truly stepping into the world of Casper and Soren can be a challenge. When my own mind (much like Casper) is buzzing with real-life worries, I really have to pause and make sure I’m not accidentally injecting those anxieties into their story. Though I’ve been there many times, their world deserves to be its own unique space, untainted by my immediate reality.


But despite the detours, I’ve been diligently working on some really cool and fun elements to truly immerse you, the reader, into Soren and Casper’s world. Get ready to be pulled right into their lives, the lives of those around them and their unforgettable experiences! I'm currently on chapter 26 of revisions and also developing fun extras that will be included in the book. And for those of you with a keen eye, keep an out for some neat little, historically accurate, easter eggs sprinkled throughout the book. They might just transport you back to a time and place that feels wonderfully familiar.

From the very beginning, my vision for Under The Lifeguard’s Watch has been to create a novel that appeals to a wide audience. While it’s certainly suitable for young adults, I truly believe it’s a story that resonates with all ages – from mature preteens to adults. If this book were to ever grace the silver screen (and a guy can dream, right?), I’d confidently say it would be a PG-13 rating. There’s a touch of violence, yes, but at its heart, it’s a romance – just not the "spicy" kind, if you know what I mean. If you’re craving something with a bit more heat, I’ve got a fantastic list of my favorite LGBTQ+ spicy reads I'd be happy to recommend! Oh, and this is just the beginning of Casper and Soren's adventures! I've already got the outlines for the next four books in the series, complete with some fantastic new characters who will be introduced along the way.

For those of you who’ve been following my progress from the early days, you know how this whole adventure began. It all sparked from a vivid memory of a summer trip to Tiki Island waterpark, specifically that exhilarating first time I dared to go down a free-fall waterslide. That memory then blossomed into a fantasy version of the lifeguard I had a crush on, evolving from a simple 13-chapter love story into the 32-chapter (and possibly 33, 34 or 35 chapter!) novel it is today. To break up the monotony of just words on a page, I’m thrilled to be incorporating some fun and special artistic elements into the book. It’s a little taste of my own artistic talents, and I have to give a shout-out to my amazing 8th-grade art teacher, Mrs. Janice Griffin. She had this wonderfully sarcastic way of telling us there was "no right or wrong way to create art" as she graded our work – classic! But truly, I loved her for it. Even though I wasn’t exactly a prodigy with a pencil or crayon, her lessons to think outside the box really stuck with me, especially during my performing days. If you’ve seen me sing, you know I'm probably not what you'd imagine.

I’ve also been trying to keep up with my blog, sharing memories, reviews and other stories I'm eager to tell. However, my absolute top priority right now is getting Under The Lifeguard’s Watch published. So, my blog posts will slow down just a tiny bit over the next few weeks as I push towards the finish line.

And speaking of cool news, beyond the progress I've already shared, I’ve officially acquired the ISBN number for the paperback edition, along with the Library of Congress Control Number! It feels so incredibly real now. My initial plan is to release the paperback edition and once that's out in the world, I'll definitely explore releasing it on the various eBook platforms. Since this is a self-published venture, the printed edition will be truly special for that nostalgic feeling of holding a physical book, especially since the story itself is a delightful dive into the late 1980s. Just a heads-up, you might need your device handy to scan a few QR codes sprinkled throughout – adding a modern twist to a nostalgic journey!

I'm pouring my heart and soul into this and I can't wait for you all to experience the world of Under The Lifeguard’s Watch. Your support means the world to me, and I’d love to hear your thoughts and what you're most excited about in the comments below. Every little bit of encouragement helps fuel this journey!

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Phantom Pursuits: My Unforgettable 1994 Adventure to Chicago to see the 2nd National Tour of The Phantom of the Opera

Every so often, life hands you an adventure so memorable that years later, you find yourself replaying it like a favorite song. For me, it involves many trips I've made in my life but this particular trip was January 1994, a few weeks shy of my 18th birthday, when I packed up my backpack, hopped on a Greyhound bus and braved Chicago’s frigid winds to see the 2nd National Tour of The Phantom of the Opera. It was my first time experiencing the show outside of Broadway and what I thought would be an “okay” production turned out to be a theatrical experience that stole my heart.

In the spring of 1993, I had just returned home from New York and found myself itching for an escape. With no school commitments tying me down and a supportive (if occasionally bemused) dad who trusted me to take care of myself, I set my sights on going to many places, including Chicago. Armed with a Discovery Pass for unlimited Greyhound rides, my adventure officially began.

The 20-hour bus ride was an experience unto itself. My trusty backpack carried the essentials: snacks, CDs, a Penny Press word search puzzle book and a copy of Whitley Strieber’s Communion, a chilling alien abduction read that definitely had me jumping at shadows in the darkness on the bus. I spent hours listening to The Phantom of the Opera (Canadian and London cast recordings), Starlight Express and an orchestral CD of symphony versions of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s music while munching on Slim Jims, Hostess Zingers, Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies, Doritos and sipping Coca-Cola and Evian water, too excited to sleep but trying not to be bored. Somewhere in the midst of this rolling feast, a red-haired guy in a seat diagonal to mine kept turning around and throwing me smiles. But I wasn’t about to risk a bus hookup and miss my favorite show—not today, Satan.

When I stepped off the bus, Chicago greeted me with icy winds that could rival the chills of a haunted mansion. Even my trusty denim jacket and knitted hat couldn’t hold up against the city’s relentless cold. I was exhausted but too thrilled about seeing Phantom to let it dampen my spirits.

Finding a place to stay was another hurdle that I didn't think much about until I got there. As an under-18 traveler, hotels were off the table despite my stash of cash. My idea was actually to hustle a little and sleep over at the houses of random tricks but the cold air of Chicago changed my mind quickly. Thankfully, my Damron Guide (an indispensable resource for gay men navigating the pre-internet era) led me to a welcoming hostel where I fibbed about my age and crashed for a few nights, they didn't think twice about asking for ID when I pulled out a wad of cash to pay for my time there. The curtains on the bunk beds were a game-changer, offering a semblance of privacy that I had never seen in a hostel before, at least the ones I stayed in in new work. The sheets were comfortably thick which made the thin blanket situation more bearable.

Four performances at the Auditorium Theatre of Roosevelt University were the reason behind my trip. Prior to the first show, I ventured a few blocks down from the theatre and saw the fountain featured in the opening intro to the TV show Married With Children which I wish was actually running at the time but the cold weather didn't allow it. I wish I'd actually walked down to the banks of Lake Michigan but I didn't, perhaps one day I'll make the trip up there so I can at least mark it off my bucket list. The theater itself was stunning—massive, with unobstructed views that every Broadway venue should aspire to. The warmth of the audience buzzed in contrast to the bitter cold outside. It was a mix of middle-aged and older folks, with me sticking out like a sore thumb as an excitable teen. One lady next to me even asked where my parents were! Awkward. I did have a great conversation with a man before one of the shows, he'd seen this same production when it opened at the same theatre back in 1990 and he was impressed when I mentioned Mark Jacoby and Karen Culliver, my first Phantom and Christine on Broadway, the very two who starred in this production when it opened.

Let’s talk about the cast, because they delivered performances that left me floored:

Phantom played by Rick Hilsabeck brought a mesmerizing, ethereal quality to the role. His rendition of The Music of the Night had me riveted and I swear his movements on stage felt like he was gliding, feet never touching the floor.

As Raoul, Nat Chandler—hot. That’s it. If Christine didn't ride away with him in the boat at the end, I would. Oh, also, his voice was fabulous.

La Carlotta, Patricia Hurd was everything an opera diva should be—brassy, hilarious and so authentic that you couldn’t help but adore her spiteful character. Her voice was exactly what an operatic soprano should sound like and her facial expressions added to her over the top comedic moments.

And...As for Miss Christine Daaé, I saw three different ladies play the part among the matinee and 3 evening shows that I saw. Sarah Pfisterer, who I saw twice, looked strikingly youthful and I didn’t expect someone so young to command the stage with the extraordinary ability she displayed. Her crystal-clear voice was enchanting and I absolutely adored her performance. Then there was the alternate Christine, Rita Harvey, whose voice exuded such strength and control that it felt entirely plausible she could effortlessly replace Carlotta herself—and the audience would be none the wiser. Miss Harvey was remarkable, delivering each scene with powerful emotions. Kate Suber, however, had the most challenging task. When the announcement was made that she would be stepping in for Miss Pfisterer, the audience’s collective groan echoed through the theater and I’m sure it was audible backstage. My heart went out to her in that moment. Having witnessed a similar reaction during Raissa Katona’s performance on Broadway, I had a gut feeling the audience would be won over by the time Kate reached the second verse of "Think of Me." As it turned out, I was absolutely right. Her poise, talent and captivating rendition had the crowd completely enthralled by the end of her performance, proving beyond a doubt that she was more than deserving of the spotlight.

Even though this touring production didn’t have all the technical bells and whistles of Broadway—like trap doors or a massive chandelier—it held its own, delivering the magic and essence of Phantom in every scene. The chandelier was just a bit smaller and scaled down but had every bit of dramatic effect as it's Broadway counterpart.

Packing up for my return journey was bittersweet. I accidentally left behind my Phantom t-shirt, souvenir program and a Chicago skyline water globe, likely snagged by someone at the hostel. Throughout the 24-hour bus ride home, I felt mad at myself but while I was disappointed, the trip itself was the real treasure. My dad’s reaction when I got home—equal parts disbelief and complete belief was not surprising. I know Phantom wasn't his thing but he knew it was mine and this addiction, while a bit expensive, was better than drugs. I often wished that daddy could have witnessed the show to better understand why I loved it so much.

So there it is—my whirlwind trip to Chicago in pursuit of theatrical bliss. I hope my story inspires you to chase your passions, even when the journey seems daunting (and involves questionable bus snacks). Have you ever gone to great lengths for something you love? I’d love to hear your stories in the comments! If you enjoyed this glimpse into my world and feel like showing a little appreciation, any contributions are welcome. Every bit helps keep the adventures alive and the stories flowing. Thanks for being here—your support means everything!

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An Unexpected Encounter in the Airport Bookstore: An Open Letter To Tyler from Phoenix

Ever had one of those moments at work that just sticks with you? I had one recently that I can't seem to shake and I wanted to share it. Picture this: I'm in one of my airport bookstores, almost clocking out after a long day. Suddenly, a guy walks in and we end up having a conversation that's way more thought-provoking than I expected.

So, there I was, at the bookstore in the B concourse. It was just minutes before closing time, and I was laser-focused on getting my register counted and heading out. Overtime is a no-no right now, so efficiency was the name of the game. Then, this guy walks in. He starts browsing, taking his time with the different sections, but he seems particularly drawn to the religious books on the display from Choice Books. He was probably in his 20s, cute and definitely wearing his faith on his sleeve – literally, he had a cross necklace. Honestly, I did think he was adorable, and he even reminded me of a boy I went to school with who I had a crush on, someone who was also similar in character.

We got to talking and he asked about why we didn't have bibles. I explained that we're a smaller store and specialize in mainstream genres, but we do carry the inspirational books that Choice Books provides. It turned into quite the chat about religion and beliefs. Then, he asked if he could pray for me. I tried to be polite, but I'm pretty agnostic and really prefer to keep to myself in that regard. I mentioned how where I grew up, religion was sometimes used to control people. I was trying to set some boundaries, but I'm not sure he really got it.

Before he left, he asked again to pray for me. I just said I was good and appreciated his thoughts. Honestly, I wish I had been a little more eloquent. I was thinking I should have said something like, “I truly appreciate the thought, but I’d prefer to pass on that. Thank you for your kindness,” or “I really value your support, but I have my own way of processing things. Thank you for understanding,” or “I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not comfortable with prayers at this time. I do hope for good things ahead, though.”

As he was heading out, I realized he still had a book in his hand! I called out to him to ask if he wanted to pay for the book and he was super apologetic and I told him I completely understand as travel can wear on someone’s mind, it really can. He paid for it and even asked one more time if I was sure I didn't need a prayer. I'm not the best at reading people, you know? In the past, I have actually had people come on like that and they're actually trying to pick me up. And though I’m certain this was not the case but if it were, I am not that kind of guy. But if he was sincere, I genuinely hope I didn't offend him.

This is my open letter to Tyler from Phoenix, who was traveling all day and stuck in Atlanta until midnight. I appreciate your kindness and concern. In another life, maybe we could be friends. I wish you safe travels and thank you for being such a caring person. We need more people like you in the world. But, please understand, religion isn't for everyone.

It's funny how a quick interaction with a stranger can really get you thinking. I’m curious, have you ever had a moment like this at work or while traveling? I’d love to hear your stories in the comments! Also, if you enjoyed this little story, maybe consider supporting my writing journey by leaving a tip. Every little bit helps me keep sharing these experiences. Safe travels to you all, and thanks for reading!

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Shadows of the Sky: Are Ancient Legends Hiding Alien Encounters?

Ever get that shiver down your spine when you hear a strange noise in the night or see something flicker out of the corner of your eye? Like maybe, just maybe, there's more to this world than we understand? Well, buckle up, because I’ve been digging into some really freaky stuff that's got my mind racing.

Picture this: a mother, sound asleep, jolted awake in the dead of night. Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes her newborn baby is gone! She tears apart the bed, blankets flying everywhere, panic rising like a flood. And then…she finds her child, floating above the headboard, cradled in the arms of tiny, strange beings. Sounds like a modern alien abduction story, right? But this? This is an old Welsh legend about fairies. Fairies stealing babies! Are they though? Or is it something much more? Much more sinister?

Then there's this other story…a guy, you know, like you or me, whisked away on some insane cosmic journey by a beautiful, otherworldly woman. He looks up and sees nine glowing rings in the sky, each one made of what looked like a million tiny stars circling this blinding light. It feels like something out of a sci-fi movie, right? Guess what? That’s Dante Alighieri, the dude who wrote the Divine Comedy, in the 14th century. What was he really seeing up there? And who was that beautiful creature taking him on an otherworldly tour? An angel? Or something else?

And finally, there's this one that really gets under my skin. Imagine waking up, feeling totally disoriented and finding puncture marks all over your body. You have no memory of how they got there, just this creeping feeling that something…something inhuman was there. Sounds like something out of a vampire movie, doesn't it? Well, that's exactly where this story comes from – 19th-century folklore and fiction. But what if those vampires weren’t just make-believe? What if they were something else entirely…using us in ways we can’t even imagine?

Some folks will tell you, "Oh, it's just old stories, psychological stuff getting twisted into different symbols over time." But honestly? I think there’s more to it than that. I think all these wild, spooky tales might be glimpses into something real, something ancient. What if these “fairies”, these “angels,” and these “vampires” were actually encounters with beings from…somewhere else? What if these legends are just how our ancestors tried to explain things they couldn’t possibly understand? Things that would scare them?

And if they scared our ancestors, why shouldn't they scare us? These encounters, these weird things, have been going on for as long as we can tell stories. Maybe, they are still going on, maybe right this minute as we sit here reading this together. Maybe they’re right up there above us?

What do you think? Am I just getting carried away or is there something truly unsettling hiding behind these old stories? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below. Do these tales freak you out as much as they freak me out? Have you heard any similar stories? Share them! And if you feel inspired to help me keep digging into these strange mysteries, any little bit helps keep the lights on and the research going…just something to think about. Let’s uncover the truth together, whatever it may be.

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Ashes to Ashes, Toys to Dust: My Bizarre Brush with Pace Assembly of God

You know, there are some things you witness growing up that just stick with you, not because they were particularly profound or life-altering in a good way, but because they were just…weird. And the whole "spiritual cleansing" through fire thing I saw in Pace, Florida, back in the glorious, big-haired, neon-drenched 1980s? Yeah, that definitely lands in the "what the heck was that?" category for me.

Now, I’m generally a live-and-let-live kind of person. Your beliefs are your beliefs, even if I’m scratching my head wondering how you got there. But this particular episode? It felt different. It felt…off.

Picture this: Pace, Florida, a place where it seemed like a new church popped up every other Tuesday. And towering above them all, the undisputed heavyweight champion of local morality, was the Pace Assembly of God. This wasn't your quaint little chapel; this was a full-blown megachurch, casting a long shadow over the county, especially since everything was drier than a popcorn fart thanks to the local alcohol laws. You could buy wine coolers and beer every day but Sunday and if you wanted anything harder or drinks on Sunday, you had to drive across the bay to Escambia county to indulge yourself, and many how cast their vote for DRY were the ones willing to drive to another county for their alcoholic needs.

Being the not-so-religious soul that I am (leaning heavily towards the "show me the receipts" side of agnosticism), I always found the intense fervor around these parts a little…much. And honestly, the hypocrisy was often thicker than the Florida humidity. You’d hear fire and brimstone sermons, yet the folks delivering them weren’t exactly walking on water themselves.

What always got under my skin, though, was the selective interpretation of faith. Take the whole gay issue, for example. People would thump their Bibles, quoting this and that about homosexuality, completely ignoring the fact that Jesus himself? Never once condemned it. Just a little food for thought I always found interesting.

But back to the bizarre. One day, the talk around town wasn’t about potlucks or Sunday school. It was about the burning. The Pace Assembly of God was having a…well, a bonfire of perceived unholy items. And the list of what qualified for this fiery farewell was something else.

We're talking innocent Smurfs and He-Man figures, deemed evil because of…magic? Barbie dolls, apparently scandalous because you could, gasp, undress them. Entire comic book collections vanished in flames. Horror movie VHS tapes – obviously gateways to demonic possession.

And then there was the music. Oh, the music. If it wasn’t praising Jesus, it was apparently fuel for the inferno. Madonna, Kiss, Dolly Parton, your favorite rock anthems, that catchy pop tune you couldn’t get out of your head – all deemed worthy of destruction. If a kid found joy in it and it didn't have a heavenly choir, it was perfect for the pyre. Members of this church were serious about this to the point where some were going out to stores, flea markets and garage sales to purchase things to contribute to the bonfire.

I wasn’t there in person but I remember standing in my living room watching it happen on the local news, a little bewildered, as Pastor (Lowry) Whoever-He-Was pointed at the growing plume of black smoke and bellowed something about seeing demons rising. Demons? Dude, that wasn’t demons. That was the lovely cocktail of burning rubber, melting plastic, the chemicals from comic book paper and vinyl records. I lived a couple of miles from this situation and it was in the air all over town and it smelled less like spiritual cleansing and more like an environmental hazard. The Pace volunteer fire department were there to extinguish anything that looked amiss but honestly, it was all amiss.

My one and only visit to the Pace Assembly of God was with my friend Candy Shelton and her brother when I was in the 6th grade. Let me tell you, that service was an experience. The first thing I was told when I walked in was blue jeans are a sin, I was not the only kid in jeans. During the service, something the pastor said felt as if I was singled out, “We have a homosexual and witches in the buiding today!” Hands shooting skyward, people speaking in tongues that sounded like they'd swallowed a dictionary of gibberish and a few folks taking dramatic tumbles onto the floor. It felt like a toned-down, significantly less venomous version of those Pentecostal churches you see in documentaries, the ones where folks handle handfuls of rattlesnakes, copperheads and cottonmouths like they're fluffy kittens. I love snakes but it is definitely not my cup of tea. They were awfully keen on getting my contact information, promising a follow-up visit with my parents and me. I had vivid memories of past incidents where my sister would visit churches with friends and shortly thereafter, we'd have pastors showing up at our doorstep for impromptu living room prayer sessions with my parents, who were far too polite to say no. So, spoiler alert: I politely wrote the wrong number and address to pacify their eager requests at the moment and needless to say, I never went back.

This whole burning ritual, it was supposed to be about spiritual purification. But honestly? The people I knew who were enthusiastically tossing their kids' belongings into the flames often seemed to be the furthest thing from paragons of Christian virtue. It felt more like a wave of collective hysteria, fueled by the Satanic Panic that gripped the 80s. I know now that it wasn't just a Pace thing, this fear was everywhere, but in our little corner of Florida, it felt particularly intense. The following year, another was slated to happen but the fire department and EPA were on the scene to shut it down before it happened and at last minute, a member of the congregation who worked for a company that owned large equipment came in with a steam roller to roll over and destroy all of the belongings that were thrown into the pile before everything was scooped into a garbage truck and compacted for extra dramatic appeal to the masses.

Looking back, it just feels so wrong. Confiscating a child’s cherished toys and books based on some fear-mongering ideology? Suppressing creativity and innocent joy? It wasn't about fostering godliness; it was about asserting control and demanding conformity. And what’s truly unsettling is that, over three decades later, this kind of irrationality seems to have made a disturbing comeback, not just in the quiet corners of suburbia but across the globe. It’s like we’ve hit rewind on reason in so many ways.

What do you all think? Did anyone else experience anything like this growing up? I’m genuinely curious to hear your stories and perspectives. And, you know, if you found this little trip down memory lane entertaining or thought-provoking, and you're feeling generous, a small token of your appreciation would be… well, appreciated. Keeps the storytelling going, you dig? 😉

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Saturday GLOWcase Remembering Mountain Fiji: A GLOW Legend's Story

Picture this: Late 1980's, Saturday mornings, glued to the TV, the vibrant world of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW) unfolding in all its glory. For many of us, it wasn't just a show; it was an escape, a burst of color and a showcase of incredible women. Among them shone Mountain Fiji, a true giant of the ring with an even bigger heart. I've always been captivated by GLOW, especially characters like Hollywood & Daisy, but Mountain Fiji, portrayed by the wonderful Emily Dole, held a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy this edition of Saturday GLOWcase and I apologize for slowing down a bit on my features but as I’ve mentioned in previous blogs, my main focus at the moment is the completion of “Under the Lifeguard’s Watch” and my real life. I do enjoy my Saturday features though because they aren’t just about recollection; for me, it's a journey back to a time of wonder and admiration.

Like so many, I was utterly charmed by GLOW. Hollywood & Daisy are my all time favorites, but Mountain Fiji stood out as an iconic figure throughout all four seasons. As a "good girl" or one of "Stallone's Sweethearts," she brought a unique energy to the ring. Her rivalries with Matilda the Hun and later Big Bad Mama were legendary. Often, she found herself in handicap matches, taking on two opponents at once, showcasing her incredible strength and gentle spirit. Remember those moments when she'd hoist Melody Trouble Vixen above her head and throw her out of the ring? Pure magic!

What truly set Fiji apart was her connection with the audience, especially the kids. Her ring entrances were like a magnet, drawing them in for high fives and hugs. It wasn't just about the wrestling; it was about the warmth and genuine interaction. Every GLOW lady I've heard from has nothing but praise for Emily Dole. The documentary "The Story of The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling" really shows the deep affection and respect they all had for her. Hearing about her later years, living in nursing homes, just made me wish I could have met her. I did manage to send an ornament through Roxy Astor and seeing Fiji's reaction in a video Roxy shared was such a heartwarming moment. I thank you for that Roxy.

Thinking back, I even wrote a fan letter to Mountain Fiji when I was 12 or 13, sending it to the Riviera Hotel. Of course, it probably never reached her, given the show had moved and how fan mail was often handled. But in my heart, I sent that positive energy out into the universe. Her matches were always a highlight of the show, especially when she protected Little Fiji in the early years. And who can forget her first match against Hollywood and Vine? So campy, so dramatic, so much fun! Her sketches as a Mae West-esque character or a Carmen Miranda-inspired persona were hilarious and creative too.

Emily Dole's journey to becoming Mountain Fiji was quite serendipitous. Initially, she was part of the LA Scandals football team. When the team dissolved, an agent named John Ford (who also represented George Brett) pointed her and other ladies toward an audition for a wrestling show. This "hush-hush" audition turned out to be for GLOW.

At the audition, Emily was immediately noticed. Surrounded by models and cheerleaders, she stood out with her height and presence. Director Matt Cimber spotted her right away and asked if she liked children. When she expressed her love for Elvis, Mae West and Marilyn Monroe, he knew she was perfect for the role of the superhero, the "good girl." Despite Emily's initial desire to be a villain, Cimber's charm and a mention of her "dimples" sealed the deal.

Emily met the Heavy Metal Sisters on the very first day, and they became fast friends. Jungle Woman, an Oakland Raider Cheerleader, choreographed the show. Emily initially had a room to herself but later stayed with Matt Cimber's aunt, Aunt Kitty. The character of Mountain Fiji was a collaborative creation between Emily, writer Steve Blance, director Matt Cimber and producer David McLane, with significant input from the fans.

Emily was amazed by her own strength, often lifting other wrestlers with ease. She credited the other ladies for their trust and willingness to be lifted. For Emily, GLOW was not just a show; it was a community. The ladies were her "rock" and "mentors." Matt Cimber was instrumental in shaping her character, from the "Hoi!" catchphrase to her iconic costume. Steve Blance helped develop her lines and persona, making it clear that Mount Fiji was entirely separate from Emily Dole.

Later in life, health issues took their toll. Emily had to reconcile being a beloved wrestling character with her new reality as a patient. While Mount Fiji would eat seventeen pizzas, Emily could not. Though her voice changed and she could no longer walk, her spirit and laugh remained. She spoke fondly of her time on GLOW, the diverse personalities of her fellow wrestlers and the joy of seeing them again during the documentary. Sadly, Emily passed away at the age of 50 on January 3, 2008, leaving behind a legacy of compassion and love.

Mountain Fiji’s story, both within the ring and behind the scenes, is a testament to the power of character, community and the enduring love of fans. Emily Dole brought such joy and strength to so many and her legacy lives on. Share your own memories of Mountain Fiji and GLOW in the comments below! Have you had the chance to connect with any of the GLOW ladies? If you're moved by any of my stories and would like to contribute to my own legacy, feel free to reach out with your thoughts or offerings. Your support means the world in keeping my stories going.

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A Forgotten Park: Memories of a Waterpark Across from the Gulfarium

Source unknown but THIS was the park featured in this story. It DID exist.

Growing up along the Emerald Coast, my childhood was peppered with unforgettable adventures. Yet, one memory stands out—a waterpark in Fort Walton Beach that seems to have vanished from collective memory. Located across from the Gulfarium, this hidden gem, in plain sight, was a place of laughter, adrenaline and an incredible day for me. It’s a story worth sharing, not just for the nostalgia but for the joy of talking about a piece of history that deserves to be remembered.

It all started when my mom and dad took me to Fort Walton Beach for a day, we only lived about 40 miles to the west. My dad took us to a pizza place with a patio overlooking a pool that had floating steps kids could jump on to get from one side of the pool to the other. While my parents insisted we were there to eat, not swim, my 9-year-old self couldn’t help but daydream of splashing around. The pizza was good, it was more like homemade rather than what we usually got at Pizza Hut, Dominos or Crusty's Pizza, but the pool seemed magical. That same day, I got to ride a go-kart at a nearby track—a thrill that I love to this day. What I didn’t realize at the time was that a waterpark was right next door, waiting to be discovered and how I don't remember it is beyond comprehension. I would have definitely noticed it, then again back in those days if I wasn't interested in something, I ignored it and I wouldn't experience my first waterslide until a few summers after.

Fast forward a few years and my love for waterslides had blossomed thanks to places like Tiki Island on Pensacola Beach and Waterville USA in Gulf Shores, Alabama. One summer, my parents surprised me and my friend John Register with a trip to a small waterpark in Fort Walton Beach. I believe it was called "Okaloosa Island Waterpark" or perhaps "Pleasure Island." It was located to the left just after crossing the bridge on Highway 98 onto Okaloosa Island, possibly where Wild Willy's Adventure Zone now stands. Despite my usually vivid memory, this one remains a bit hazy.

The park featured slides built into the terrain of a large hill, with a tower at the center leading to various slides. There were enclosed twister slides ending in splash pools and at the top, two speed slides with thrilling drops. One slide, a multi-drop or "MultiBump," was like the Bullet at Waterville and the other slide was very much like the Kamikaze at Waterville though a bit higher, not as high as the free fall slides at Tiki Island, both offering a mix of excitement and fear. The runouts for these slides were so close to the beach that, had the park not been fenced off, you could have dashed straight into the Gulf of Mexico or even down a pier that was built for either fishing or boats.

John and I spent the day racing down slides, laughing and conquering fears, not mine but his. At first, he was hesitant about the taller slides. He climbed to the top of the tower, only to chicken out and make the infamous “walk of shame” back down the stairs, hugging himself in defeat as I was looking up from the runout of the Free Fall slide I had just plunged down. But as the day went on, something shifted in him. Encouraged by adrenaline and maybe a touch of courage, John decided to take on the scariest slide—a steep drop that tested even the bravest of kids, as much as I love them, I still get a little wobbly in the legs when I get on them. Watching him cross his arms, lay back and take the plunge was exhilarating for him. By the time he reached the bottom, he was hooked, racing back up the stairs and not just limited to a few slides in the park. That moment was transformative—watching my friend overcome his fears and truly embrace the adventure was something I’ll never forget.

We fueled up on hot dogs, fries and sodas from the concession stand, sharing jokes about the size of the hot dogs and soaking in the camaraderie of the day. It wasn’t the last time I saw John before he moved away, but it was the last time we had an adventure like this—a day filled with laughs, memories and a day that he shared my love for waterslides. On our hour and ten minute drive home, my parents had another surprise for John and I, dinner at Pizza Hut. Not only did he and I have a blast at the waterpark, we ended the day at the pizza place all kids of the 1980's coveted and sadly, a place my family knew as forbidden due to a connection to the original owners, a story I'll share in the future.

Sadly, this waterpark remains a mystery to many. It stood for years, yet people remember Shipwreck Island in Panama City and Big Kahuna's in Destin far more vividly, most likely due to their close proximity to the location which probably contributed to it's demise. If you have any memories of this park or know more about its history, I’d love to hear from you. Let’s piece together the story of this lost treasure. Unfortunately, John and I lost touch after he, his mom and brother moved away and much to my parent's dislike, I was once again hanging out with my friend Stig and his gran.

Thank you for joining me on this nostalgic journey. If this story brought back memories or sparked curiosity, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments below. And if you’d like to support my efforts in preserving these tales, your contributions are always appreciated. Together, we can keep the past alive for future generations.

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A Wild Ride as a Celebrity Escort: Tales from the Red Carpet

Ever wonder what it’s really like behind the scenes at the Oscars or the Grammys? I'm talking about more than just the red carpet flashes and the acceptance speeches. Let me tell you about Chris Gaida, a guy who literally lived that dream – not as a star, but as someone who made sure the stars were shining bright all night long: a celebrity escort.

Picture growing up in Horsham, Pennsylvania, in the '70s and '80s. You’re glued to the TV, watching all those awards shows and dreaming of that glamorous world. Chris was that kid. Little did he know, he’d not only meet those celebrities but actually work with them at over 130 awards shows. Talk about a twist of fate, right?

His journey began in 1999 when he got asked to be a celebrity escort at VH1 Divas Live. Honestly, I’d be skeptical too! Chris was clueless about what it meant and was worried it might be something shady. Thankfully, he was assured it was legit. Turns out, a celebrity escort is like a super-powered assistant, taking care of an A-list celeb all night. Red carpet, after-party, you name it. Think publicist, bestie, and bodyguard all rolled into one. Apparently, those big award shows have so many stars that producers need extra help keeping track of everyone. That’s where the escorts come in, making sure everything runs smoothly.

This gig led to thirteen years of working these events. Imagine getting to hang out with your idols for hours, not just snapping a quick photo. Chris went from being star-struck and tongue-tied to casually chatting and sharing laughs with these celebs. Over time, he realized they’re just people too, with their own stories and jokes.

His friends and family were constantly asking him about his experiences, naturally. "What was so-and-so like?" they’d wonder. He figured, if they’re curious, others would be too. So, in 2001, he wrote “Arm Candy: A Celebrity Escort's Tales From the Red Carpet.” It became a bestseller on Amazon! It's not a tell-all spilling secrets, but a positive, fun look at what it’s really like to be in that world. He wanted to share those incredible years with everyone.

"Arm Candy" gives you a real peek behind the curtain of Hollywood glitz. Chris's writing is funny and engaging, making you feel like you’re right there with him. He really brings these celebrities down to earth, sharing funny stories and genuine moments. It’s about more than just glamour; it’s about personal growth and unexpected life turns. Honestly, if you’re even a little bit curious about how Hollywood works, you need to read this book.

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Time Capsule 1969: Digging Deep into a Year of Massive Change and Groovy Vibes

Hey everyone, Adrian Duarte here! Let's take a wild ride back to 1969. This wasn't my era either, but I'm absolutely fascinated by it. There's just something about 1969—it feels like a cultural explosion, a year of incredible highs and some heartbreaking lows, all wrapped up in a truly transitional time. So, let's grab our virtual time machines and dive deep into everything that made 1969 unforgettable.

Cost of Living in '69
Okay, first off, can we talk about the cost of living? It's mind-blowing! The average yearly income was $9,433 and minimum wage was just $1.60 per hour. A new home? A "whopping" $27,900. An 18-inch color TV was $288, a Polaroid camera $23.68, Foster Grant sunglasses $1.68 and a postage stamp $0.06. Gas was $0.35 a gallon, a movie ticket $1.42 and a whole pound of Oreo cookies? Only $0.51! Just imagine what you could have bought with that income compared to now.

Popular Books of 1969
The literary scene was incredible. We had "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou, "The Godfather" by Mario Puzo, "The Andromeda Strain" by Michael Crichton and "The Left Hand of Darkness" by Ursula K. Le Guin. What a lineup! Each of these books left a huge mark on literature and still resonates today.

Billboard Hits That Defined the Year
Oh, the music! The airwaves were filled with "Sugar, Sugar" by The Archies, "Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In" by The 5th Dimension, "I Can't Get Next to You" by The Temptations, "Honky Tonk Women" by The Rolling Stones, "Everyday People" and "Hot Fun in the Summertime" by Sly & The Family Stone, "Dizzy" by Tommy Roe and "I'll Never Fall in Love Again" by Tom Jones. This soundtrack is pure joy and speaks volumes about the era.

Top News That Shook the Nation
Richard M. Nixon was president, with Spiro T. Agnew as vice president. The U.S. population was about 202.7 million and the world population was around 3.6 billion. Tragedy struck when a rocket accidentally detonated on the USS Enterprise in Pearl Harbor, killing 27 and injuring over 300. Golda Meir became Israel's first female prime minister. The horrific Sharon Tate murders by Charles Manson's followers shocked the nation. But there was also triumph! "The Eagle has landed!" Apollo 11 made it to the moon and Neil Armstrong took his first steps, watched by 500 million worldwide. Finally, the Chappaquiddick incident with Ted Kennedy created a huge national scandal.

Pop Culture Moments That Changed Everything
The Beatles gave their last public performance on the roof of Apple Records and released "Abbey Road," a masterpiece. John Lennon and Yoko Ono got married. Woodstock brought half a million people together for a weekend of peace and music. Willie Mays hit his 600th career home run. And let's not forget the premieres of "Scooby-Doo," "The Brady Bunch," and "Sesame Street!" Pop culture was on fire!

Sports Highlights of 1969
The NY Mets won the World Series, the Kansas City Chiefs won the Pro Football title, the Boston Celtics took the NBA Championship and the Montreal Canadiens won the Stanley Cup. Rod Laver and Ann Haydon Jones won at Wimbledon, UCLA Bruins won the NCAA Basketball Championship and Texas Longhorns won the NCAA Football Championship. Steve Owens won the Heisman Trophy, George Archer won the PGA Masters, Majestic Prince won the Kentucky Derby and Mario Andretti won the Indy 500.

Top TV Shows
"Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In," "The Red Skelton Hour," "Gunsmoke," "Marcus Welby, M.D.," "Here's Lucy," "Bonanza," "Mayberry R.F.D.," "Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color," "Family Affair," and "The Doris Day Show" dominated TV screens. These shows offered a mix of comedy, drama and family entertainment that defined the era.

Oscar Winners of 1969
"Midnight Cowboy" won Best Picture. John Wayne won Best Actor for "True Grit," Maggie Smith won Best Actress for "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie," Gig Young won Best Supporting Actor for "They Shoot Horses, Don't They?," and Goldie Hawn won Best Supporting Actress for "Cactus Flower." A star-studded year!

Popular Toys and Cars
Kids loved G.I. Joe, telescopes, Knit-O-Matic, Betsy Wetsy doll, Corgi die-cast vehicles, Wham-O Shrink Machine, Barbie and Lite-Brite. And the cars! Classics like the Chevrolet Chevelle, Dodge Charger, Ford Mustang, Pontiac GTO, Pontiac Grand Prix, Chevrolet Camaro and Plymouth Road Runner were cruising the streets.

The Magazine Scene
TV Guide featured "The Mod Squad," Life covered the Apollo 11 mission, Sports Illustrated showcased the World Series and Lew Alcindor, Time delved into the Chappaquiddick incident, Tiger Beat spotlighted Bobby Sherman and Circus magazine featured Frank Zappa. These magazines captured the essence of the era perfectly.

1969 was a whirlwind of events, culture and change. It was a year of contrasts—amazing achievements alongside tragic moments. I've had an incredible time exploring this year with you all. What strikes you most about 1969? Share your thoughts in the comments! And if you loved this deep dive and want more explorations into different eras, or if you're feeling generous and want to support my historical adventures, a small contribution would be greatly appreciated—it helps keep this blog going! Stay retro!

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My Obsession with Samantha Fox's 1987 Album: A Nostalgic Dive

Okay, let's get real for a second. Remember that moment when a song just totally grabbed you, and you knew, just knew, you had to have the whole album? That was me with Samantha Fox and her 1987 self-titled album. It wasn't just about "Touch Me" anymore; this was a whole new level of musical infatuation. I first got a taste of Samantha Fox when “Touch Me” was playing almost nonstop on Q-100 and fell in love with her, but her second album? That's where the real obsession began. When Jive Records dropped it in July 1987, things changed for me. This album wasn't just a collection of songs; it was a time capsule, a memory bank and honestly, a huge part of my young life.

This album made waves, too. It hit No. 22 in the UK, No. 51 in the US, No. 41 in Canada, No. 86 in Australia, and No. 16 in Germany. That's a pretty big deal! But for me, it wasn't about the charts. It was about the feeling.

I distinctly recall the days at daycamp when I would find myself at Skateland with my friend Jenny Reeves. I would request the song be played a few times during skating sessions and we’d belt out “Naughty Girls” at the top of our lungs, mostly off-key, but who cared? We were just kids, around 12 or 13 and that song was an anthem in the soundtrack of my life for a while. Every trip to the store turned into a mission. I’d beg my parents for the tape because I needed to hear all those songs that radio wasn’t playing. My friend Stig, bless his soul, gifted me a copy that he intended to sell at school or his flea market side hustle. Little did I know that the album version was different from the extended version they played at the skating rink, which sent me on another quest!

I remember spending countless hours in my room, playing that tape, trying to drift off to sleep. I’ve always struggled with insomnia and music has always been my go-to in hours of need. It cleared my head and sometimes, the songs would spin into these elaborate dreams, way cooler than any music video on MTV. I still wonder, was I the only one who experienced that? Anyway, I adored every single track. Over the years, remastered and expanded versions of the album have been released. Of course, I snagged them all, but nothing beats the original for me.

After the success of her first album, Touch Me (1986), Samantha Fox jumped back into the studio. Her label was worried, apparently, that the second album didn’t have any hits. So, they got Stock Aitken Waterman to write “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Me Now.” That definitely helped! But Full Force, who were working with Lisa Lisa then, also gave her a major hit with “Naughty Girls (Need Love Too).” The album also had other solid singles like “I Surrender (To the Spirit of the Night),” “I Promise You (Get Ready),” and “True Devotion.”

There's also this interesting tidbit about Jim Lea and Noddy Holder from Slade writing “Shooting Me Down” for the album. Jive wanted them to, and they made a demo, but Samantha didn't get to record it due to time constraints.

Track Listing Deep Dive: Let's Get Real About These Gems!

• "I Surrender (To the Spirit of the Night)" - 3:56: Okay, confession time, this was and still is the one for me. Seriously, why didn't this get more airtime? Pure magic!
• "I Promise You" - 3:54: Such a sweet track. Still holds up!
• "Naughty Girls" - 5:10: Ah, yes! The song that sealed my fate. Totally head over heels after this one. It is also THE big one from the album.
• "True Devotion" - 4:37: Ballad alert! And not just any ballad. This one hits deep. Seriously, Cars "Drive" vibes, anyone?
• "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" - 5:36: A bold cover! Gotta respect the guts.
• "Nothing's Gonna Stop Me Now" - 3:43: You know you sang along.
• "If Music Be the Food of Love" - 4:49: Such a lovely, dreamy track. Perfect for zoning out.
• "That Sensation" - 4:19: This one's got that undeniable 80s energy. Can't help but move!
• "Dream City" - 4:55: Takes me to another world. Just close your eyes and drift.
• "The Best Is Yet to Come" - 4:50: Ending on a high note! Optimistic and catchy.

So, that's my deep dive into Samantha Fox's 1987 album. It's more than just music; it's a snapshot of my childhood, a collection of memories and a reminder of simpler times. I'm curious, did anyone else have that one album that just stuck with them? Any Samantha Fox fans out there who remember those days? Share your stories in the comments below! I always love hearing from fellow music enthusiasts and nostalgia buffs. Your thoughts and memories really make these discussions so much fun. If you've enjoyed reading about my musical journey, and feel inclined to show your appreciation in any way, feel free to get in touch! It’s all about sharing the love of music, right?