Well folks, I've gotten some good alternative theories as to the identity of New York City's newest monster. Mom and Aunt Sal suggested a mockingbird, and I suppose if it had spent some time hanging around the sulfur pits of hell learning the local lingo, it could indeed be a mockingbird. My roommate Justin also suggested a Peregrine Falcon, which apparently can sound like the tortured screams of a thousand babies when defending its nest. I'm not sure about a loose domesticated South American parrot...if those birds made this noise, they never would've been domesticated in the first place.
On a less hellish note, I had my first Kyle dream last night. He actually wasn't in the dream, but his likeness was. I was in our old Eagle Rock house, which was like a ship, and somehow a stopper got loose and the basement began to flood (the actual house didn't have a basement and wasn't a ship, just for the sake of clarity). We (J, Katie B, my mom, and me, as well as a number of frantic but unrecognizable folk) rushed around the house trying to save our valuables.
My old room in my old house was my father's office before he moved out and I moved in, and as a result it held a huge, heavy wooden desk with a lot of drawers. Over the years, I filled those drawers up with all sorts of useless junk, and in the dream I was yanking the drawers open to make sure I hadn't missed anything. The top drawer, which in real life held stamps and paper clips and childhood bracelets made of dirty string, was filled with pictures of Kyle. Little pictures, like the kind you get out of those instant photo booths, and some wallet-sized snapshots. There were tons of them. All of Kyle in different expressions of childhood. I was so relieved to have found them. In the dream, my brother was already dead, and I knew that there would be nothing more precious in the whole house than a handful of pictures saved from the water.
Finally, I was delighted to hear that Cousin Robin missed the GTDs! I never got any response on them one way or the other, so I kind of let them go. But I still get them - I still sleep with my phone off - so here Robin, in your honor, the best GTD in my inbox right now:
From: Predeschly@blue-bungalow.com
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Friday, October 12, 2007
Demon Hints, Dream Pics, and Ghost Texts
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Peregine Falcon. That's it!
Actually, it's most likely the ghost of our ancestor Peregrine Whitham (your great great great great great grandfather). who lived from 1750 to 1799. Peregrine lived in Maryland and then Virginia or in Pennsylvania. Obviously he's been working his way to NYC. Say hello from me.
P.S. i love your dream -- except for the water and the frantic feeling you all had to go through. and, BTW, we did save a few things for you from that room.
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The Above Translated by BabelFish from the Portuguese:
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I still don't quite get it.
....so glad GTD is back...thanks, hun.... : )
So sorry to read of the loss of your brother. My father passed away this past October, so Christmas, of course, is different indeed.
Your (very) distant cousin,
Scott Whitham
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