The Excitement Builds…Golden Globe noms announced

15 Dec

OK, kids … this is one of the big ones. The Golden Globe nominees were announced last week, giving us our first glimpse at what are expected to become the quintessential films and shows of 2014.

The winners in the film categories (to be announced at the Big Show on January 11, with Amy and Tina at the helm again — yay) often go on to the Big-Big Show, the Oscars, on Feb. 22… that means the Globe noms are not just a preview of award-winners to come, but also our first chance to start devising movie-themed goodies for our annual pre-Oscar party and food contest. 

In fact, it’s become hard for me to scan the list of nominees without automatically assigning food-puns to the actors, directors, and producers — Eggs Benedict Cumberbatch, anyone? — and even more so this year because I have yet to see most of the films. That said, here are a few early impressions:

It’s nice to see Jennifer Aniston on the Best Actress (Drama) list, finally, and for a movie called Cake, too! That’s an easy entry for a food contest… so no excuses, future guests. Aniston did win a Globe for her role on Friends in 2003, but she’s never been among Jennifer Aniston 2011.jpgthe heavy-hitters on the film side of things, and from the looks of it she has as good a chance as everyone else in the category: Julianne Moore, Rosamund Pike, Reese Witherspoon, and Felicity Jones. I dare say she might even be the favorite, with Moore nominated in another category (Best Actress, Musical or Comedy), Pike and Jones representing the newcomers, and Witherspoon starring in a film that was just released to the masses this month.

In the Best Actor, Mini-series/TV Movie category, it feels like Take Two for Woody Harrelson and Matthew McConaughey, who were already pitted against the all-powerful Bryan Cranston at the Emmys and therefore only worth a handful of beans. I personally feel like their collective moment has passed but I’m always game to hear McConaughey wax poetic about Neptune, so may the best Wood-a-been win. 

Best Supporting Actress, Mini-series/TV Movie is another interesting category for performances; we’ve got Kathy Bates playing a bearded woman, Allison Janney playing a recovering alcoholic, Uzo Aduba as an inmate, Joanne Froggatt as a maid, and Michelle Monaghan as a cheatin’ heart… it seems to be the year of the unsung hero.

One of my favorite categories, Best Song, is largely populated by the new pop elite: Sia, Lorde, Lana del Rey, Common, and John Legend are joined by veterans Patti Smith and Lenny Kaye. My pick here is Lorde for Yellow Flicker Beat (Hunger Games: Mockingjay), because it’s just a great tune.

…What say you?

Grammy Thoughts

5 Dec,_Jr..jpgThe GRAMMY Nominations just rolled out, signaling the start of Awards Season … although a few ceremonies have already come and gone in recent months, in what seems to be an effort to extend the life of statuettes. Hollywood Film Awards? Yeah, no thanks.

I do love Awards Season in its traditional form, though, and as per usual I’m scanning the list and musing on the odd mention here and there. Some of my preliminary thoughts:

Best Pop Vocal Album

This category has quite the range, including Miley Cyrus’ irritatingly misspelled Bangerz as well as Ed Sheeran and Sam Smith’s much-more-excellent albums, X and In the Lonely Hour, and some Katy Perry and Coldplay mixed in for good measure. I feel a bit removed from this category as I’m not up-to-date with all of the music included, especially Nikelodeon’s latest Trick-at-Nite Ariana Grande’s. But I hope the singer-songwriters win out — namely Sam or Ed as I mentioned before and not necessarily Coldplay — which I feel is on the list solely to cover the awards show’s 35 – 45 age demographic.

Best Urban Contemporary Album

This is not a new category — it was added in 1958 — but I’m still confused by what an urban contemporary album is, especially when two nominees are entertainment powerhouses (Beyonce and Pharrell), two I’ve never heard of (Mali Music and Jhene Aiko, sorry) and one doesn’t bear mentioning. New Artist

With the understanding that I-G-G-Y will probably be walking home with the Gramophone, I’m glad to see HAIM on the list.

Best Pop Solo Performance

I see what you did there, Pharrell and John Legend. You submitted live versions of your hits because the studio versions weren’t eligible. Crafty.

Best Metal Performance

Tenacious D is nominated for best Metal Performance. I repeat, Tenacious D is nominated for best Metal Performance.

Best Rap Song

It took nine people to write Kanye West’s ‘Bound 2,’ and Kim Kardashian wasn’t one of them.


The Cosby Effect: Bastardizing my Childhood and Fouling up the Future

20 Nov

Photo via Ted Eytan / flickr

I wasn’t going to throw my hat into this ring, but the Bill Cosby cluster currently in the news is messing with my nostalgic head.

I’m 37 years old … I mention that because, as a young Gen Xer, I was a spectator during what were arguably Cosby’s most active years. We played Picture Pages together first, then I spent a few years imitating Fat Albert’s signature Hey, Hey, Hey greeting.

When The Cosby Show first aired, I was too young to stay up and watch it, so I would creep out of bed and crouch on the stairs where I could see the TV through a small window in the kitchen. When I did graduate to an 8:30 bedtime, I’d watch in my parents room, sitting on the floor with my knees tucked under my chin. I got a special treat once, being allowed to watch his comedy special Bill Cosby: Himself with my parents and cousins… I didn’t understand all of the jokes, but his impressions of his wife breathing through labor and after Novocaine at the dentist had me in hysterics. And even after a first taste proved I didn’t really like them, I still asked my mum for Jell-o Pudding Pops every week.

Cosby’s influence continued into my pre-teen years with A Different World, a spin-off that took place at the fictional Hillman College. In thinking about it today, I realized that the show might not be why I went to college, but it was one reason why I was excited about the prospect from middle school right on up to graduation.

I don’t know if the allegations we’re hearing now are true, or if some are true and some are false, or if Cosby’s silence is an attempt at refusing to dignify lies or avoiding an admission of guilt. Some of the stories we’re hearing have a disturbingly true ring to them, others don’t.

What’s most notable to me, though, is any other public figure from my past probably wouldn’t have me thinking about it so much. If we were hearing about Ron Howard, John Cusak, or another champion of the eighties, I’d probably absorb the headline and wait to see how the story panned out. This one just has me feeling alternately sick and sad. If Cliff Huxtable is an inescapable sod, how will we be able to rein in our cynicism and suspicion of others moving forward? Is this the tipping point at which we enter a world where every celebrity, role model, or influential figure is viewed with a raised eyebrow?

Moreover, will every explosive accusation from now on be analyzed to death by a slew of talking heads who pore over every clip, every interview, and every article looking for something inflammatory, whether it’s the truth or not? Yes, we see this kind of ‘reporting’ already, but the Cosby Circus really has me ruminating on what our media coverage is turning into. In my eyes, the women coming forward are being turned into a side show. If they are telling the truth, that’s another assault on them. If they — or some of them — are lying, they’re positioning themselves as the next permutation of low-rent reality TV. We’re in a world now where a CNN anchor has been given a platform to tell women they should just bite the penis of the man forcing them to perform oral sex. I won’t even get started on how ludicrous that is, but what’s next — a demonstration?

For decades, Bill Cosby has been synonymous with World’s Greatest Dad. I used to put him up on a shelf with the best dads I knew, including my own. I can’t do that anymore, whether it’s the result of his own actions or those of damaging stories spinning out of control. It’s getting too hard to tell… and we need to change the channel. Quick.

We Have a Winner!

17 Nov

IMG_8999Congratulations Joe Schneiderman  – you’ve won the 2014 Blogtoberfest Guest Post Contest!

What has he won, Jax?

Well, Joe – you’re the lucky recipient of a stack of Leaf Behinds by Winstanley! These nifty chotchkes are made with seed inclusion paper, which is infused with a variety of wildflower seeds ranging from Baby Blue Eyes to Spurred Snapdragons. The mix of seeds has been optimized to grow in myriad climates, both indoors and outdoors — so just soak them in water, plant, and wait for the growing to begin.



Oh, and here’s a link to Joe’s winning post, Concord.


Vote Now for your Favorite #Blogtoberfest Post!

5 Nov

It’s November, which means we have one more Blogtoberfest task to complete before moving into what’s commonly known as — duh-duh-duhhhh — The Holidays.

Take a minute to vote for your favorite guest post! The winner will receive a prize to be announced soon, plus the overwhelming pride of having won a blog-writing contest.

The contenders…

Blogtoberfest Guest Post: Concord, By Joe Schneiderman

31 Oct

Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.21.16 AMNotwithstanding that winter approaches, notwithstanding that the days end sooner, clear and sunny fall days are part of what make New England great. One is neither oppressed by humidity of summer nor taunted and frozen under a blue sky in winter. Rather, there is a cornucopia of color that one can simply enjoy. Fall vacations should be more frequent.

Last Sunday, October 20, I awoke in Marlborough, Massachusetts to one of those gorgeous days. In the month leading to that Sunday, I had been reading about Concord, Massachusetts, inspired by one of my heroines, Justice Martha Sosman of the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court. (Further discussion of Justice Sosman qua jurist can be found in last year’s Blgotoberfest Post.) Justice Sosman had lived in Concord all her life-indeed, when her mother died, she moved back in her aging father at their family home-and lived with him into his own advanced age until her own untimely death. Justice Sosman had also participated in a Concord Oral History Project (as had retired Chief Justice Herbert P. Wilkins) and painted a fascinating picture of the place. And, befittingly enough, October 20 was Justice Sosman’s birthday, although I was not consciously cognizant of this fact last year.

I originally set out from Marlborough uncertain of where I would head. But, somehow, it dawned me that Concord couldn’t be too much further. And, beyond Justice Sosman, I knew Concord’s unique place in our history. The sun was high and the sky was a full shade of blue after dreary clouds and rain through. The setting was perfect. So, fuck it. Concord was calling me. I would go for it.

I followed Boston Post Road/U.S. 20 east through Marlborough’s downtown, which eventually released me to Sudbury. I had no idea that Sudbury and Marlborough were ancient-that is, both communities were incorporated in the 17th Century-and there was the Wayside Inn to prove it. From the once urban edge of Marlborough, I was in the country again in Sudbury. Although not a formal state highway, a sign beckoned to the left-Sudbury Ctr., Concord. I turned and listened. Soon, I found myself in Sudbury Ctr., junctioning Route 27 at the Town Common, one direction would take me to Natick, another to Acton. History was well-preserved there-an ancient stone guidepost also pointed to those communities and others in Middlesex County, and, of course to Boston. (Those guideposts are part of what make driving through the wiles of Massachusetts fun-you will have an idea of where you are going even if you aren’t an official state highway, and are conspicuously absent in Connecticut.) But, there was the green sign with its’ side right arrow pointing to Concord. That’s where I would go. (And, I cannot remember it at the time, but, I was on, appropriately enough, Concord Road.)

Sudbury Center soon gave way to a shroud of woods, and the full fall palette. Endless open fields soon broke the shroud, some guarded by stone walls, houses occasionally appearing along the roadside. The sun was bright and the temperature was pleasant-I had my window down and I was smiling, savoring everything about it. The open road in New England of a Fall Day is a modern and more seasonable tribute to Robert Frost. Concord Road remained and became further rural, colonial farmhouses, farm land and open fields became my companion heading north. The bright sun and the hues of orange, yellow, and red contrasted against the fields and grass. Is this suburbia? Am I really so close to Boston? Have I actually stepped into a transporter and driven into Western Massachusetts? Am I going to encounter Andy Dufrense’s stone wall and Red’s money buried underneath?

Well, maybe that last thought didn’t really occur to me. But, eventually, I arrived in Concord. And, much to my surprise, the next sign read-to Route 2. So, I headed for Route 2, a bit of a Janus among Massachusetts highways. Scenic for much of its length, it also fluctuates a superhighway, depending on where you are. The fields turned into forests as Route 2 approached-a divided highway traversing and missing Concord Center.

Or was I on Route 126 this whole time coming into Concord from Sudbury and Lincoln? I cannot remember. I remember passing over railroad tracks, and I know that I was on Walden Street because I passed the Concord District Court and the Concord Firehouse, both of which are located on Walden Street…Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.21.26 AM

Regardless, I found my way into Concord Center. Beautiful homes and historic buildings (blocks, really) lined the streets, suburban jerkassdom had spared this downtown. People were out on the street, also savoring this weather and day, much as I was. Soon, I was at the green, and, much to my surprise, Route 62 appeared. One of the longest roads in the Commonwealth, Route 62 parallels(ish) Route 2, running from Barre out to somewhere in Essex County (the coast, viz-Beverly.)

And I had found it again. But, that was not my interest. And I thank you for indulging my roadgeekery. Lowell Road and signs for the Historic Park beckoned. Soon, I was on Liberty Street, and, finally, I was in Minute Man Historical Park, approaching North Bridge. The weather was warm, no doubt inspired by the sun. I popped into the Visitor’s Center, enjoyed the exhibits and the Ranger on duty, and, soon, I found out that there was Drilling as Minutemen at 1:30 at Hartwell’s Tavern. Having dumped tea in Boston Harbor, I knew where I would head later that day. My more compelling interest was to visit North Bridge.

From the Visitor’s Center/Headquarters, it’s a scenic downhill across open fields to North Bridge. The view is incredible, I could picture a Red Fox jaunty and happy coming up from the river bank. Soon, I was crossing the bridge. An old wooden structure, the Concord River flows northward below as a sizable obelisk sits sentinel at the other bank of the bridge, guarded by a tall and prominent Minuteman-at the site of the shot heard round the world.

Here is where our country was born-when the people of Lexington, Concord, Lincoln, Bedford, aScreen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.21.35 AMnd Acton defended their homes against the British. What happened to that spirit of community? What happened to that spirit of vigilance? What happened to that spirit of altruism? Are we simply doomed to repeat our mistakes and to beat on like boats against the current?

On the other hand, what does it matter now? The spirit of the people of Concord and the Minutemen live on, not as ominous spectres. They are a raison d’être for those of us who refuse to accept and want to improve our world. That should be legacy enough.

But enough of philosophy. What a gorgeous place to be on such a fall day. And there was so much more to behold. Not everyone preferred the history, some were walking dogs, some were even taking advantage of the Concord River.

Sitting on that river’s east bank was the Old Manse with a redcoat explaining its full history to those of us lucky visitors. A 1770 Colonial, the Old Manse (Scottish for Mansion) was the inspirational location of two Emersons (Reverend William and Ralph Waldo), and later, Nathaniel and Sophia Hawthorne. Had I more time, I would have likely gone inside. And, in a testament to civility and that the spectre of war would not consume us with bitterness or blitheness, sitting behind North Bridge was a monument to the Queen’s Redcoats who fought and gave their lives.Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.21.45 AM

But neither Emerson nor Hawthorne was the only one inspired in Concord. So too was Thoreau-which I did not know. Indeed, Concord was a center for abolitionist-and feminist-sentiment. Louisa May Alcott lived on the road to Bedford and protested for the vote. And, of course, Martha B. Sosman founded her all-women partners firm with furniture from the Sosman barn in Concord-and tirelessly strived to make the law of the Commonwealth sound. What finer place could there be for a Renaissance lawyer-historian-writer?

Time to head for Hartwell’s Tavern.

The downtown of Concord Center soon gave way to ruralness as I followed Cambridge Turnpike southeast and Concord soon became Lincoln. (This I did not know-that Concord and Lincoln were neighbors.) Unfortunately, construction and poor signage led me astray down Route 2, rather than Route 2A, which paralleled the Battle Road and the Tavern. But, I soon found my way again-urban bloodhound kicking in to smell my way along. I parked and I was able to tour the Tavern. However, there were not many tall folks when Hartwell built his tavern. So, I had to watch my head-much like Paul Revere and William Dawes (who were captured not far from the Tavern, but were able to warn Dr. Prescott of Concord who took refuge there.)Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.21.55 AM

Being tall soon proved a liability again-and I was the oldest and largest Minuteman recruit-and why none of the fathers and mothers joined the children (aged 5 to 12, or so) in the drill is beyond me. But, I wanted to serve as a Minuteman-and so I would. We were issued muskets, given strict drilling and formation orders, including to stand at attention, how and what direction to pivot. (I stood out and erred at least once. But, thankfully, I was not made to do pushups.) Our Commanding Officer did, however, impress upon us that we were the line of defense for the people of Concord-if we were able-bodied, we were to serve-and to be ready. So we marched, took up our firing positions, and BANG! And, our Commanding Officer was graceful and certified us as Minutemen-even me.

I wandered west along the Battle Road from Hartwell’s Tavern. Stoneposts, much smaller versions of the obelisk at North Bridge, sat along the gravely trail. 14 Miles to Boston Harbor? 14 Miles to Boston Harbor? Yes, Joe. You’re that close to Boston.Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.22.03 AM

At Merriam’s Corner, naturalists could divert to a trail to the vernal pool to see amphibian life. Not far beyond was the Bloody Angle. Harkening back to the Bloody Lane at Antietam (so I’ve been told by Ken Burns, I haven’t yet been to Antietam), a great skirmish was fought at this point on the border beyond Lincoln and Concord. Open fields and farmland, not dissimilar to what I had passed, allowed the militia to ambush the British on their retreat to Boston on April 19, including the Woburn Militia…Yet, behind the Bloody Angle, modernity crept in. There was a trail…leading to a parking lot. What was there, I did not know. But, I felt strangely out of place as I explored along that trial. How had this happened? I returned to the Battle Road and the Stoneposts that would lead me to Boston.

Our Commanding Officer was now drilling and demonstrating a musket. One musket could not do very much-it was inefficient, difficult to load and aim (hence why and how had poor a Minuteman earned his name). That being said, a line of muskets and militia could be-the musket balls would form an effective wall of ammunition.Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.22.15 AM

Guided by his colleague, our Commanding Officer marched, presented arms, made ready, and…


The sound was like standing next to a small explosion. Not deafening, but it certainly got your attention. A healthy puff of smoke followed. And, impressed at the spectacle, we applauded. I greeted the Commanding Officer, Ed, and thanked him.

I headed back to Concord Center from Hartwell’s Tavern. I remember the signs for Walden Pond (which I still haven’t visited yet, D’oh!). There was still daylight and daytime, and Sunday was lively, so, I went for a walkabout in Concord Center, window-shopping mainly. (Although, I want to say I bought something of some sort, but, I can’t remember.)

Concord Center was imminently walkable and savvy, there was an antiques store, kitchen store (my Mom would enjoy that), a cheese shop, the Main Street Market, the Concord Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.22.26 AMBookstore, even a Concord Toy Store. The Police Officer directing traffic was even genial. As the sun remained bright, I was glad to shed my jacket for my red oxford alone (a red oxford, I might add, I’ve had since age 15.) And not a single chain store offended the eye or the sense of justice. These are real people with real livelihoods doing things their own way. (If you can believe it, there’s even a lingerie store right on Main Street off the Town Common-which has been named Monument Square, right next to the site of the Milldam.) Concord Center reminded me of the one thing I pine for from my years in New York-not being per se reliant on a car and being able to walk places. Concord Center has that positive quality with treelined sidewalks (which exist in New York) and people there. (As I recall, I gave Justice Sosman a tout every time I spoke to anyone at length on the street or anywhere else.)

My walkabout inspired a catch-up phone call to my friend, Bob. Not having spoken in some time, we covered all the bases, including about that thing called relationships. The alley behind Main Street Market led to Keyes Road and, a quick turn sought cleverly (or maybe not…) put me on Main Street westbound. Businesses gave way to houses and Concord Academy. Eventually, a curious purple sign greeted me.Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.22.39 AM

Not surprisingly, I followed the sign. Houses soon gave way to businesses again, and the Concord Depot, befittingly, located on Thoreau Street. With a beautiful mural on the trainbound side, the Depot was still in use as a coffee shop and other businesses, and still other businesses, including New London style Pizza and a French Restaurant lined the other side of Thoreau Street. A Starbucks appeared at Sudbury Road opposite the Mobil Station. But those chains did not seem woefully out of place or casting pallor.

The sun gradually lowered in the sky, a chill entered the air-signals that I would eventually have to head for Hartford again. So, I walked back up Sudbury Road to downtown-a healthy mix of Victorians and Colonials (assuming I remember my architecture correctly)-aspirationals and inspirationals for ideal homes and spaces. Main Street soon appeared, and the Concord Free Public Library sat on the southwest corner. If it were open, I would have stopped in-the space looked magnificent from the outside. Books are friends and we deserve the right space to enjoy them-and the Concord Library looked like precisely that-with room to spare for history and culture.

Having fetched my jacket, I started looking for dinner. I wound up not searching very far, I was at Concord’s Colonial Inn in the Screen Shot 2014-10-31 at 9.22.47 AMTap Room. Not having eaten of note (at least, I don’t remember having eaten) since breakfast, I was ready to eat. And I was a little chilled. I started with some soup and eventually opted for a burger-with NH Bacon. NH Bacon? New Hampshire Bacon? Yes, New Hampshire Bacon. There was some entertainment forthcoming, and, I inquired after but ultimately did not sing. The crowd was outgoing, and not surprisingly, I was able to hold court with them. (Which, I might add, is not a term from my lawyerly side. It is a term the Firemen used.) Coffee and dessert followed, and eventually, the clocked tolled 7:30, and it was time to head home.

The streets were empty but not deserted as I walked back to my car from Monument Square. To the contrary, traffic continued along Main Street/Route 62, and I was grateful for my jacket. The streets were also lit and there were businesses open, not many, but a few. The quiet wasn’t eerie-something I disdain in small towns and miss about New York. Concord therefore remained bright and felt special as I entered my Theresa (my car) and turned westbound for home.

Our story continues….

Route 62 remains a scenic tree-lined avenue all the way out of the Center, and will take you to West Concord, Maynard, and other points west. But, it was not my points west. I needed Route 2 again. So, I merged onto Elm Street, which did indeed bring me to Route 2 West-in the upper part of West Concord, on the other side of the Assabet River (the other river besides the Sudbury that flows into the Concord River in Concord.)

And we arrive finally at the abominable rotary. Concord has always been home to, well, well, well…It was first known as the Concord Reformatory, with its own railroad branch line (and now a rails to trails). Now it’s known as Massachusetts Correctional Institution (MCI)-Concord. And, sitting caddy corner to it is a State Police Barracks and the minimum security Northeastern Correctional Center, resembling a farm. And, lanes appear and disappear, Route 2 converges with Route 111 and Route 119, Barretts Mill Road diverges to one side, so does Commonwealth Avenue….It’s not fun to drive, especially for the first time at night. Hence the name “abominable rotary.” Concord gives way to Acton; Route 111 diverges to Boxborough. Ten minutes later, at Littleton, Route 2 connects to I-495, and is the beginning of the end, the way home, offering three wide lanes and the scenic views of the Wachusett range, a most pleasant ride to contemplate the day in Concord.


Joe Schneiderman is an attorney and a writer based in Connecticut.

A Blogtoberfest Favorite: Top 10 Halloween Haunted Homes

29 Oct has the Top 10 frightening news stories on haunted homes, ghost towns and scary castles.


The loud crash in the middle of the night. The lights that turn on by themselves. The scratching at your window on a blustery night that bleeds the courage from your veins. It’s Halloween, that spooky time of the year when ghosts, goblins and zombies might be just around the corner. Dracula’s Castle in Romania, scary haunted hotels, celebrity haunted mansions, and a Colorado ghost town for sale at $2 million, picks the Top 10 horror media news stories for 2014.

“American Ghost Towns”
Former gold mine and railroad boom towns, an abandoned amusement park, even an Alabama site that was planned as the state capitol. A look at former American boom towns that are now ghost towns.

“Top 10 Haunted Castles”
A frightening look at the world’s most haunted castles: Dracula’s Castle in Romania where the infamous vampire may have impaled thousands of his victims, the Bloody Chapel Castle in Ireland where prisoners were thrown into deep dungeons with sharp spikes protruding from the floor, and the Austrian Moorsham Castle where women suspected of being witches were tortured and killed.

“Colorado Ghost Town For Sale”
Uptop, Colorado was an actual ghost town when two sisters from Boston bought the empty hamlet in 2000. After years of restoration, the ghosts are gone and the sisters are selling for $2 million. The mountain location comes complete with a dance hall, train depot, log cabin, saloon and chapel.

“Famous Murder Homes For Sale”
What happens when a house that was the site of a gruesome murder or suicide goes on the market? NBC has the details on the Oscar Pistorius, Mary Kennedy, Sharon Tate, Jeffrey Dahmer, Nicole Brown Simpson, Heath Ledger, JonBenet Ramsey and Amy Winehouse death homes.

Murders, suicides and mysteries are at the center of haunted hotel legends across the United States. Glamorous hotels including the Biltmore in Miami, the Parker House in Boston, the Shoreham in Washington, D.C. and the Bourbon Orleans Hotel in New Orleans are upscale hotels that offer their guests the possibility of a ghost experience.

“Celebrity Haunted Homes”
Some celebrities seem to have it all. Money, fabulous jewelry, great cars and haunted homes. Nicolas Cage and Anne Rice both lived in haunted homes in New Orleans and Loretta Lynn’s Tennessee plantation home has several ghosts including the spirit of a Civil War soldier. Some people say that Marilyn Monroe’s ghost can be found at the Brentwood, California home where she died in 1962, and Lucille Ball’s ghost yucking it up at her long time home in Beverly Hills.

“World Famous Haunted Homes”
America’s spookiest, scariest, bone chilling homes in the United States. Homes of serial killers, celebrity suicides, Amityville Horror, Lizzie Borden, abandoned castles and other homes of ghosts, monsters and demons.

“Historic Haunted Homes”
Frank Stranahan moved from Ohio to the New River area, now known as Fort Lauderdale, as a young man in 1893. He became wealthy as a land owner building a thriving trading post, the area’s first post office, and the Stranahan House. However everything collapsed in the 1920s and Stranahan committed suicide when he tied an iron gate around his head and drowned in the river in front of his home. His home is now a haunted museum with up to six ghosts in the middle of the upscale Fort Lauderdale condo corridor. Tour five historic haunted homes including a Civil War hospital in Virginia, Andrew Jackson’s Tennessee mansion and the Stranahan House.

“Top 10 Movie Haunted Homes”
A look at ten scary movie homes including the English manor Bly House from “The Innocents,” the Colorado Overlook Hotel from “The Shining” and “The Amityville Horror” home.

“Most Americans Will Buy a Haunted House”
According to a survey, 62 percent of Americans would consider buying a haunted house.

Visit for more celebrity, historic, famous and ‘spooktacular’ homes for sale.


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