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PS: The Stephen Talkhouse venue is named after a Montaukett Native American named Stephen Taukus "Talkhouse" Pharaoh. Throughout the evening, I couldn't stop staring at the massive, majestic picture of him hanging behind the stage. I was drawn by the beauty and quiet dignity in his face, and I've posted the image for you below.
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How many nightmares did you have thinking about that photo? I think you are drawn to it because it kind of scares you. That's what I think.
Are you going to write him letters and leave them under your pillow?
Posted by: Sister | June 22, 2008 at 08:43 PM
Actually, I was thinking today that it would be nice if Mr. Talkhouse could be my spirit guide?
Posted by: The Odd Broad | June 22, 2008 at 08:49 PM
He's rather sourpussed for a spirit guide, don't you think?
Posted by: Weinerdog | June 23, 2008 at 03:07 PM
Well, nobody really smiled for pictures in those days.
Posted by: The Odd Broad | June 23, 2008 at 08:49 PM
FYI, I do believe Mr. Talkhouse appeared in the office the other afternoon, because my entire right arm was tingling, but I wasn't afraid. Instantly I suspected it was him, what with all the talk. Spirit guide, for reals.
Posted by: The Odd Broad | June 27, 2008 at 02:06 AM