Howl at the Moon
When I was a boy, I spent many nights wide awake. (Not much has changed) Maybe it was because I grew up in New York City, but a lot of those nights were spent with a parent or another family member running some errand that couldn’t be done during the day while they worked. Sometimes we were in a car, other times public transit, but I always asked the adults I was with the same thing: why is the Moon following us? (Strangely, I did not feel this way about the sun.) Everywhere we’d go, no matter how far or out of the way, I’d look up and there it would be. It felt sinister to me.
Now as a man, I look up into the sky above Los Angeles and see an even larger and brighter Moon—only I feel comforted now. As
What all does this have to do wit
Bride of Werewolf Frankenstein
As teased at the end of Werewolf Frankenstein,
Commander in Chains
It’s an election year! The most important one since the last one, if you can believe it. Will this have anything to do with either of those elections? Well, no.
Until next month, kids.
Xoxo CROB