For many people, Dracula was Bela Lugosi.
For me, it was Christopher Lee and the Hammer films.
Funny how the first version you meet becomes the one that stays with you.
You uncover something buried.
Old. Intact. Deliberately placed there.
No markings. No explanation.
First move:
Open it / Research it / Rebury it / Walk away?
On this date in 1780, New England went dark in the middle of the day. Candles were lit at noon.
Later explanations came.
But I’ve always wondered what it felt like before anyone had one.
Many people met Dracula through Bela Lugosi.
I met him through Christopher Lee and the Hammer films.
The color somehow made them even scarier.
Funny how the first version you meet is often the one that stays with you.
Bull Run looks quiet now. Trees, water, old stone.
Hard to imagine this stream once gave its name to one of the Civil War’s most famous battles.
Some places feel different once you know their history.
Back in college, during finals, my brother and I would take a break and try to pull in a Connecticut station that played Hammer horror on the weekends.
Small black-and-white TV. Bad signal.
Didn’t matter.
Some things stick longer than the exams ever did.