Dark Shadows

I was out shoveling the bit of snow that fell late yesterday and couldn’t help but notice all of the shadows stretching across our white winter landscape, including my own • A Woman And Her Shovel, with a touch of BeCasso • Shadows are versatile, they can be both funny and scary, even artistic, but they can also invoke memories, especially from our childhood • My most memorable shadow is actually a TV Show “Dark Shadows” which ran 1966-1971. It’s described as an “American Gothic Soap Opera” • I remember it was on daily at 4pm and I first learned of it from my bus driver. The bus was actually a station wagon, and the driver’s name was Dot. She smoked like a chimney and drove me to and from school Grades 1-5. We were both fanatical Boston Red Sox fans and listened to their afternoon spring games on the radio on the ride home • On occasion she stopped by her house for a few minutes and would invite me in and turn on the TV. That’s when I learned all about the wealthy Collins family who lived in a far away place called Collinsport, Maine • The visuals were scary, the music was frightening and the characters were very strange. There were ghosts, werewolves, monsters and witches; secret rooms, time travel, even a vampire named Barnabus Collins • What more could a kid ask for? • Beware, you never know what might be lurking around that dark corner, or who is casting that long dark shadow over your shoulder…