‘Tis the eve of All Hallows. Gus embarks on a jaunt
to The Lodge at Devil’s Canyon, his Mummy’s favorite haunt.
Flying in the dark, astride his sister’s broom,
the wee ghoul soars in his snowman costume.
Until *putt-putt-poot* the broom starts to roll—
The gas tank is empty!
He’s outta control—
Zigging past witches, pumpkins, and bats,
Zagging o’er graveyards complete with black cats…
But then – an idea – and Continue reading


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The fog had not yet cleared, the air had a nip to it that warranted wearing a light jacket, and I was dang happy that
A few minutes later, when we crested the hill I was struck by
Can you think of a better place than an entire house filled with books and art for a 










