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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE

FIFTY FIVE
Atlantic City rises out of absolute darkness
when approached at night. It is an effulgence of
brilliant colored light to rival anything Times Square
can offer. To the East is the dark expanse of the ocean.
To the West are the even darker Pine Barrens and
cranberry bogs of southern New Jersey.
In an era of more wonder and no electronic media, this metropolis
would take on mythical proportions for any human
who saw it. Such is not the contemporary era. Awe is
an emotion in a state of atrophy and decline among
humans.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR

FIFTY FOUR
I entered the house tonight after feeding and
found Mr. London, as I have come to think of my
British counterpart, sitting in my living room in one
of the wine-red colored wing chairs. He greeted me
with, “Hello, mate. How’s tricks?”
“There are no tricks if you know true magic,” I
replied.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

FIFTY THREE
I changed into ninja garb and flew out to
Morristown, New Jersey and fed on a Wall Street
banker to celebrate the haunting. The banker was just
another fat cat heart attack victim who died in his
sleep, by all appearances.
The story of the reappearance of David
Belasco’s ghost made Page Six today.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

FIFTY TWO

David Belasco’s ghost is back. Now that the
reviews have been out for a few days and were
positive if not glowing on every front, it makes
perfect sense to revive the haunting and that is what
I did during the second act of last night’s show. I
chose Tim Grainger, who plays the young male
romantic lead Doug. I know Tim is a solid actor as
well as a wonderful singer. He handled my surprise
appearance well, though he did do a triple take when
he first saw me.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

FIFTY ONE
Patti made her entrance into Elaine’s several
steps ahead of me. Once she was inside, I stepped
into the golden light of the saloon and people started
applauding, a few at first but soon the entire joint
turned in my direction and brought their mortal
hands together. I gave a slight bow. The place was
packed. Somebody shouted out, “Speech. Speech.”
I raised my open hands to quiet the room.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

CHAPTER FIFTY

FIFTY
I love the excitement of opening nights – my
own and those of others – even if does take place
after a month or more of preview performances. I
wanted this one to be especially fun, as it could be my
last New York premier. More and more the London
vampire’s offer is sounding attractive. Pretty Lady may
be my swan song on Broadway. So I took every step
possible to make the evening a success, something for
New York to remember Gus Windham by.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

CHAPTER FORTY NINE

FORTY NINE
In one of those fluke occurrences that are
bound to happen in an existence like mine, tragedy
struck the show again; though this time it was less
direct. Ben Cody’s parents were found robbed and
murdered in their Winnebago, parked outside the Wal
Mart in East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania. Yes. Those
two, I’m afraid. Of course, Ben had to take time off to
deal with his family tragedy.