Horror Week at Davenport Library continues with Bill’s bone-chilling suggestion.
I generally don’t seek out media that scares the hell out of me. I’m highly suggestible and it seems a little too masochistic.
But, if you’re a glutton for punishment, any of The Exorcist trilogy will mess with your mind when the lights are out.
There’s something about the unnatural voices, inhuman body movements, haunting use of classical music, and periodic interruption of calm with the occasional terrifying act.
The Exorcist line will have you groping for the lamp and checking the doors after every creak.
When the book is penned about the salad days of summer of ’09, it will surely feature a section about all the summer blockbusters everyone was skipping due to recession belt-tightening. Well, good reader, many of them are here for you to lock in holds at DPL!
No, nothing changing on this library’s end. But maybe the box you’re viewing the DPL Info Cafe on has seen better days, particularly if it is a PC.
I wouldn’t recommend slathering pork spare ribs with it, but a hasty palm swab might be in order down for the next few months any time you shake hands, touch doorknobs/railings, or handle money.
This is not a health blog. Check 
Before Red Bull and Monster Drink the victual of health around Davenport was a frothy mug of suds. There weren’t national brands in refrigerated trucks endorsed by athletes and scantily-clad models in the first half of the century. Each town had their own local brands, crafted by mustachioed laborers using recipes from the Fatherland.
Push it in, pull it in or drag it in…then write it off. If you’re in the market for a vehicle, first drop a couple dollars on a gas hog. Either scour the want ads, or go through the boonies looking to liberate “yardcars.” Then, that junker just became your primary vehicle….wink.