https://youtube.com/watch?v=LlvQNJYfNrU&si=I-_vH4O_Gv9NhqQ8
My granddaughter Jemma introduced me to this song. It’s fun, enjoy!
Pumpkin Bones
Month: October 2025
One Fair Day in 1962
Writober: DRAGONS
This event actually happened two years before I was born, but I grew up on the story and when my family moved to Mountlake Terrace, Washington in 1973 I went looking for the place this plane crashed and learned something when I was very young about human psychology.
People have a way of not remembering things that scare them, that are so far out of the norm it doesn’t fit into their sense of reality.
9 years after this plane crashed into a residential neighborhood and we moved to Terrace , people who were living in the area at the time never talked about it or ‘remembered it’.
In fact, it actually became an Urban Legend of sorts. I remember being told this never happened or that the plane crashed in Lake Washington which was miles and miles away from Mountlake Terrace.
But before we moved to Terrace and we were living in Seattle I remember one of my Grandma Ginger’s sisters telling the story about the plane that crashed a few blocks away from where she lived and how scared she still got when planes flew over her house ( she moved shortly after the crash ).
I knew a plane crashed in Mountlake Terrace, I knew people died and I wondered why the people who lived there didn’t.
On April 21, 1962, an Air Force F102 airplane – part of a squadron performing at opening day ceremonies for the Seattle World’s Fair — crashes into two homes in a Mountlake Terrace neighborhood (now part of Shoreline.) One home is empty – its owners are on vacation — but the second home’s occupants are killed instantly. (From History Link)
Site of Air Force F102 crash following World’s Fair opening day ceremonies, Mountlake Terrace, April 21, 1962
Courtesy MOHAI (1986.5.86.1)
The home was now a huge blackened hole, with only the recreation room left standing. Tattered roofing hung about, splintered wood littered every square foot of the ground, and parts of the concrete foundation still remained, leaving remnants of the house that once stood in the same place.
The debris trail from the Rutka house led across the road to where the Smith’s” house once stood. Their burned car sat in the driveway and their house was gone. Rutka said neighbors who witnessed the crash told his father that the Smiths were home, and Raymond Smith had opened the front door to see what the noise was just a split second before the impact occurred. ( FROM MLT NEWS)
Did You Hear That?
Inspried WritoberChallenge: SOUNDS
I want to find a graveyard full of ghosts
that wander through the trees and marble and granite mausoleums
with rusty gates over their doors and and worn out plaques that try to declare
who sleeps here
and what year they died and went to their Lord- above or below who can say?
I want to put my ear to the ground
because I might hear something moving down there
like skeletal hand creeping over a hallow chest
or a dusty voice asking,
” Where am I Why is it so dark? Am I dreaming? Wake me up, somebody please wake
me up.”
It might cost me, to take on such an endeavor to visit a place
not meant for someone with warm blood singing in their veins and breath creaking and
crackling in their lungs
but I am curious, so curious about what goes on in a graveyard full of ghosts
who never sleep and walk all night.
No Kings 2.0
Song Lyric Time!
Not a Halloween Song, but an inspirational one all the same:
No Kings 2.0
lyrics
*RA- Resistance Army
We say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA
We say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA
Tip your tyrants in a river of ink,
Smash that statue, make the people think!
No paper palaces and puppet strings
No thrones, (no crowns), no way, (no kings!)
We say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA
Tip your tyrants in a river of ink,
Smash that statue, make the people think!
No paper palaces and puppet strings
No thrones, (no crowns), no way, (no kings!)
They wave that scepter made of cable news,
Here’s the thing: Kiss the ring or pay your dues
But we don’t bow to a counterfeit twit
(We hit), we punch, (we sing), we spit!
They gilded up the palace with a Walmart throne
Sold our Freedom wholesale to a fat megaphone
(Release the files) Nah, bury the receipts
In your gold ballroom with your dumbass tweets.
Trump wants a medal for the lies he sings
Nobel called back, they don’t crown clown-kings!
ICE at the border like busted springs
Tin badge, cold heart, unlawful stings!
If truth is treason, ink our treason on the wall
If courage is a crime, come back and book us all
From docks to deserts, from the slums to the hill
We built these streets (and we pay the fookin bill!)
No Kings! No thrones! No way! (No crowns!)
Get the Hell out (you MAGA clowns!)
We won’t stop until freedom rings
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
We say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA
We say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA
Pedo files locked up like a dragon’s hoard
court jesters juggle with a plastic sword
(Seven wars ended!)—yeah, in your dreams
Still hear real mothers screamin’ real screams
Noem looks like a twat in her cosplay cape
yelling (Off with their heads!) at the fairground gate
Trump’s goons are anything but squeaky clean
Homan’s lunch bag is lookin’ mighty green!
They sell us fear on a payment plan
Then they tell us (don’t)—when we know we (can!)
We aren’t just pawns for would-be kings
You’ll feel our power (when you hear us sing!)
No Kings! No thrones! No way! (No crowns!)
Get the Hell out (you MAGA clowns!)
We won’t stop until freedom rings
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
We say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA
We say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA
His time may be up
There’s a fade on the MAGA sheen
His minions cry “Rebellion”,
We clap back with “Epstein”
A judge picked by Teflon Don
Has ruled against his demands
Will we find In some small way
the rule of law still stands?
Fuck ICE! (Fuck Trump)
Evict that chump
(See this?) Our fist
Built to resist! We’ve got two eyes
(We see your lies!) Truth won’t die
(It multiplies!)
No Kings! No thrones! No way! (No crowns!)
Get the fuck out (you MAGA clowns!)
We won’t stop until freedom rings
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
No Kings! No thrones! No way! (No crowns!)
Get the fuck out (you MAGA clowns)
We won’t stop until freedom rings
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
No crowns! No thrones! No way! (No Kings!)
No crowns! Say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA
We say oh ah up the RA, say oh ah up the RA