The Cryptozoology & Paranormal Museum – Littleton North Carolina

I was going to start my Busting Out of New England 2026 tour in chronological order buuuut…. then time went by and now my ADHD is forcing me to start with a more exciting option just to get going. So I am going to start with The Bigfoot Museum! It was one of the places we wanted to check out before going down south. We stayed with my companion’s relatives and bless their hearts they drove us everywhere that week and fed us reeeeeeally well. We in return added a little zaniness to their lives by bringing them to this… whimsical little museum. Honestly it was what I thought the International Cryptozoology Museum in Maine would be like before we checked that place out. You know, small and very wacky, and being run by a single individual with a single special interest (which there’s nothing wrong with that!)

As you can see the outside was painted up with murals and all sorts of fun imagery. Seeing as it was also in the middle of nowhere there was no missing this place. The owner claims he gussied the place up to be as outrageous as possible because some of the locals were none too keen on being seen as that town with all the bigfoot stuff. I love to hear about these petty grievances and just about died when he said he ran and won a mayorship of the town just so he could do this to his building. Now that’s dedication!

When you first walk into the museum you are greeted with a rack of bigfoot and alien related Hawaiian T-shirts which was just so on point. It was a really small place, one room just packed with stuff. There were of course castings of various bigfoot tracks, the traditional token Fuji mermaid, and all sorts of haunted dolls which was a fun surprise. I didn’t know this would be dipping into the paranormal, I was just looking for some fuzzy photos of something big and furry in the woods, as one does. But no, he had an episode of one of those ghost hunting shows he was on playing in the background and at one point I knocked over a camera which I tried to place back in position but apparently it wasn’t pointed at the people wandering in who could steal something. It was supposed to be pointed at a doll. Whhhhhy, you may ask, as I did. Because it’s a haunted doll and it was recently caught giggling. He had the audio! Which he of course shared with us and yes, that was some damn creepy giggling.

I don’t know what made all the dolls haunted or where they came from. They all just looked like regular dolls to me. But what I do wonder is if he wasn’t spurning a tiny demi-god into existence by believing so hard that they were haunted that they manifested a doll possession. The Latin word for something that is manifested into existence simply by having enough people believe in it is an egregor. And now you too can be the nerdiest one at the table to know this.

Other fun attractions included a haunted hay hook, first I’ve ever seen, and a random wall of serial killer victims which I guess someone was trying to solve who their killer was. Random, but I appreciate the desire to be helpful.

My companion’s relatives seemed a bit lost here but luckily they just seemed happy we were enjoying this place. There was a bunch of ghost and bigfoot hunting equipment there including a dish that could help you hear tiny sounds from really far away and the usual paranormal tool kit – EMF readers and whatnot. I took a little laser pen light that maps a green grid all around you to help see the spooks. Since buying it I have only used it to torment the cat but if I do see a ghost in there I shall be sure to tell you!

So was this museum worth the visit? I think if you’re weird or live in the area it’s a great place. Definitely is a niche audience though!

Toast & Jam – New Bedford Massachusetts

We weren’t really expecting much when we decided to find a new breakfast joint to check out. Although the title of Toast & Jam did sound charismatic and appealing! And when we drove up to the place it was just as adorable as one could hope for with painted windows that showed off some of its promises.

I was trying to behave myself but when I saw the menu that went right out the window. Ended up getting The Big Apple which was thick gorgeous waffles topped with lightly cooked Granny Smith apples, caramel sauce, and whipped cream. DEAR GOD. It was amazing. My companion’s choice was no less fantastic, though I’m not 100% sure what it was as this was a few months ago. I think it was Portuguese Hash. Whatever it was the presentation was absolutely beautiful and the meal underneath was just as good to taste. I know because I taxed it.

Obviously I didn’t tax anyone else’s buuuut this whole place seemed thrilled with their selections and they all looked picture perfect. This place is a keeper on my list for sure as I had a hard time even settling on a single option. I would like to try some more!

Lovecraft Film Festival 2026 -Providence Rhode Island

I know, I’m super late in posting this, but late is better than never, especially when the Elder Gods are concerned.

I love Providence anyway, it’s such a quirky little city. I’m always finding strange things just walking around – like random marble heads in the public gardens/parks and sweet little memorials jammed into literal holes in the wall. None of this has anything to do with the film festival, I just love it and had to take a few photos.

We had come hoping to see some shorts but they were only showing them in the morning and we got there too late. We asked for a day pass and were told it was over $100 per person and we both swallowed hard. We saved up for this, sure, but not like that. So we used all our ‘extra’ funds set aside for food and T-shirts and whatnot and just bought a ticket. I felt kind of bad because we did go around to see all the vendors selling things anyway but it was just window shopping, which isn’t in and of itself a bad thing, I just like to buy little things here and there as encouragement to the artists and writers who come to these things because I want to support what they are doing. Sigh.

We still managed to watch The Stone Tape Theory which is the little television short that the stone tape theory came from. It was peak 70’s. Everyone dressed in brown, a very confusing nonsensical series of starting sequences that didn’t tie into anything, and heaps and heaps of misogyny. But once it got going it was actually a fun little story with a satisfying ending (unlike that beginning, seriously wtf was that about?)

From here we checked out the cute little bookstore in America’s oldest mall which exists almost entirely for the weird folk that come to these H P Lovecraft events. And then a gallery! Which was tiny but sweet and had this large and intriguing Cthulhu statue that had a qr code asking what we thought about it. I wrote in I wanted to know what it was made of as a mixed media artist myself. I don’t know if that was answered. I never check my email. It’s a problem and I should but when I see the “unread” number hit the thousands I get too overwhelmed to want to bother. It can’t just be me.

We also found a few new historical markers walking around including a plaque to Christiana Carteaux Bannister who was apparently a force to be reckoned with having a successful hair styling business that helped fund the Civil War’s all black 54th Regiment and founded the Home for Aged Colored Women. Very cool. And another marker told the story of how it wasn’t just Boston throwing tea into the harbor. Providence was burning theirs in a big ol’ bonfire. Weeeee historically satisfying arsonry!

Our next adventure was to attend a panel of manga writers, artists, and translators who were working with H P Lovecraft stories. I’m going to admit right here I know shit-all about manga but this panel was really interesting to me and kind of funny. Of course the illustrator and writer were Japanese and the translators? The one whose job it was to translate texts in Japan was an Gen X American expat with some severe opinions on Dragon Balls. And the translator for the speech? That was some poor college student who had eight days notice before this gig. He struggled. But he tried so hard! And it was actually kind of sweet. I learned that manga started after WWII when a series of British expats settled in Japan, wrote their own comics, and then locals took notice and decided comic books were kind of neat and they should make it into their own art form. And then many decades later here we were in Providence Rhode Island talking to manga creators who were translating H P Lovecraft into Japanese for their own reasons. I love this absolute train wreck of cultures coming together to create… well, something so unique. And the artist cracked me up too. His expression the whole time was one of “How did I end up here? Why are these Americans so interested in what I’m doing? I’m just a guy at a desk job.” The only time he became particularly animated was when we asked what he’d be working on next. ZOMBIE MAN!! Apparently zombies aren’t a thing in Japan (which… have you seen all their scary ghost creatures and folklore, how did they miss zombies??) I absolutely adore attending weird panels that I may or may not know anything about. You learn so much from them!

From here we ended the day with the biggest highlight for most here, a live performance of radio theater which was so packed we had to sit on the floor. This was a dubious challenge for me since I was in an arm sling at the time due to a dislocated shoulder and have bad knees which make it somewhat impossible to get up. I did OK though. Didn’t cause an accidental scene. This time. The show was adorable as it always is and the audience was super happy to participate in making background noises when prompted whereas I enjoyed the bullshit ads they put between scenes for “splinter free toilet paper.” My inner twelve year old thought that was peak comedy. Annnnd my inner twelve year old also died of nostalgia when I got to take one of those strawberry suckers from one of the game room tables earlier that day. You know the ones your grandmother probably always had, penny candies I guess, with a hard shell and some sort of cream filling? Brought me right back! And the people playing games were.. hardcore into those games. Sadly, I’m not a gamer so all I can do is point childishly at the Lovecraftian Monopoly board and squeal, “Monopoly!” Because I know something.

So that was our adventures. It was a really nice day out. We saw some cool things, learned some stuff, and stayed well hydrated due to a reusable water bottle and a crap ton of water coolers and free water refill stations spread everywhere. I really liked that part as someone who is constantly overheating, especially in the summer. I was a little more confused why the local theater has a vending machine with Plan B in it but you do you Providence!

Sorry and Hello Again!

Hi all! How is everyone doing this year? I hope you are well. I know I have not been around and some of you may be wondering why. Don’t worry, nothing too serious, I was just a smidge burned out from *gestures vaguely at everything* and dealing with some fun issues at home like a dislocated shoulder! Never pick a fight with a wet kitchen floor is all I’m saying. ANYWAY… despite this blog making me look super tech savvy and competent I am absolutely not when it comes to computer-y things and that’s the biggest reason I’ve been away. I stopped being able to upload photos here through my phone or computer and…. had no idea where to go from there or even what words to use to ask the right question in my favorite search engines. Though I do think I found a workaround, probably not one any technician would have suggested, but hey, I’m running on duct tape and user manuals from 1983, I’m doing my best!

Of course while this was all going down I took a trip down south and went to various amazing restaurants and eateries in North Carolina as well as a quick stop to Hershey Pennsylvania and Gettysburg, all of which have been sitting here waiting for me to finish their many blog entries for Busting Out of New England 2.0. And I continued to do a few trips in my usual locale when my energy was good. Suffice to say there’s a huge backlog and I am going to try to post two blog entries a day (one from my trip down South and one more local) until I have posted them all.

Thank you so much for your love and support. I cannot tell you how much I miss hearing from you since I quit FaceBook. For your continued patience in reading this I offer you this weird little sunflower that I found at Monadnock Berries. If you really love it I’ve also added a Buy Me a Coffee button on this blog to help it going during these ungodly gas prices and whatnot. As of yet no one has clicked it. Are you the brave little toaster that wants to try it first? I triple-dog dare you. And if not, I still love you just the same. Happy travels!

Greg’s Restaurant Warwick Rhode Island

On this particular day we were trying to visit a favorite haunt, Provisioners, but alas they were closed due to some technical difficulties so we wandered off to find a new place to get some good grub. That’s how we ended up at Gregg’s.

This place was weird. It had a parking lot the size of a small town and yet, only a tiny smattering of cars. As we walked in I was immediately enveloped by the smell of freshly chopped cucumbers which was odd considering the entrance had an extensive case of cakes and baked goods, not a salad bar.

Beyond this was the actual restaurant which screamed it was built in the 1970’s and never updated. I’m talking dark wood panels, a Madmen-like bar, and a radio that was blaring Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath. And the patrons… let’s just say we were the only ones under the age of 70, no exagerations. It was an odd time of day so maybe this was just the early 3pm dinner crowd but I don’t think so because I was watching our waitor. He was youngish, covered in tatoos, but he spoke loudly and clearly, was attentive, and had a very specific sort of couteousness that I have only seen in people who work with the elderly. It’s not a bad thing, just telling.

The menu was a little intense. It was just pages and pages of options. I didn’t really want to like this place as it felt like the oldest and whitest establishment we’ve ever been, even beating Wright’s Chicken, but I’ll be damned if this place didn’t appear to have a fantastic choice of salads. Salads with seasonal berries, walnuts, and feta cheese. Salads that all were distinct. I don’t say this lightly as most restaurants seem to think a bowl of Iceburg lettuce with a couple cherry tomatoes is a complete salad.

I didn’t order a salad though, I ordered the apple walnut chicken wrap and it was great, especially for its modest price. Completely distracted me from all the TVs playing reruns of Friends on mute. I think this place may have had a heyday long ago, now its patrons come back because the quaility of the food never faded but once your main clientele are in their 70s and 80s… well, it’s at risk of becoming a memory. This was brought back to the forefront of my thoughts when we decided to bring a slice of cake home. I asked what the Old Hollywood Cake was, “A white cake with black frosting. A black and white cake.” Ah, yes, like the golden years of Hollywood…. when my grandmother was born…

We went with the lemon cake. I love lemons but usually dislike lemon flavored baked goods. This however was really moist, tasted like actual lemons, and was over all very pleasant. Now that I know they sell whole cakes from the case out front I’ll probably be back for birthdays and celebrations. Here’s hoping this place had a bustling dinner crowd after we left.

Daily Planet – Burlington Vermont

After five and a half hours of driving we were early to the show we went to see so we wandered around a bit. Shockingly I found a place to parallel park and we ankled it the rest of the way. I let my companion find a nearby eatery. He chose The Daily Planet, probably in the hopes of bumping into Clarke Kent.

Vermont is soooo cute by the way. This was the only city I’ve ever been in where the scary dark alleys had not muggars and monsters but the echoing peeps of a gaggle of baby chickens. Most adorable dark alley EVER. And it was near the restaurant!

The Daily Planet was just as quirky as I expected it to be. It had one wall that was clearly a garage door, oodles of sarcastic artwork on the walls, a tin ceiling, and the doors in the bathroom stalls were old wooden shutters. This place was a weird hodgepodge of old timey nonsense. There was even a lava lamp next to our table.

If you haven’t already guessed this place was peak hipster including the bar, also very hipstery. The menu reflected the same with cutesy names for common comfort food and an odd smattering of the hoity toity. I was tired from the drive and nothing was speaking to me so I just ordered something I’ve literally never heard of – Buratta. You know, when all else fails have a moment of ADHD joy going for novelty. (Yes, I know this could have back fired. Thank you for your concern.)

My companion got the nachos, as if he were a normal person. The nachos were listed as an apatiser but this place was… more expensive than I would have liked. He also got the Mac n Cheese to share and really liked the nachos which he said stayed crunchy. I found the Mac n Cheese good but not out of this world. Reminded me of the Mac n Cheese I made in Home Ec class in high school. Still comforting.

And then there was the baratta which was very pretty. I will give it that. It was indeed two big blobs of cheese, with creamy centers and toast to eat it on. I was really digging the toast part wondering why it tasted so fantastic before realizing it was just buttered and I was apparently just delirious from travel. I did put the cheese on the toast… but the cheese was decorated with some sort of sweet sauce and a sprinkling of brightly yellow herbs. None of this was bad per se, it was just confusing. It was like having four or five different flavors and textures all having a battle in my mouth with no clear winner. I didn’t dislike it… though I was struggling to figure out if I liked it and I still have no answer.

So yeah… if you are looking for a quirky hipster bar to meet fellow weirdoes this place did look great for that… loved the ambiance.

Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream Flavor Graveyard – Waterbury Vermont

First I must say that of all the New England states Vermont is my favorite. Every time I visit I am stunned by how gorgeous it is and how many delightfully weird people live there. On this particular excursion I drove 5.5 hours from Rhode Island to see the irreverent comedy stylings of Lucy Darling. The show was well worth the drive. That night I slept under a tin roof while it rained and slept like a goddamn baby! Surrounded by mountains, forests, and farmland I didn’t want to leave but unfortunately we all have lives to get back to. That didn’t however mean we couldn’t make time for one little stop to poke around…. which ended up being the Ben and Jerry’s ice cream factory.

It was easy to find, using a highway “that closes in winter because there’s nowhere to put the snow.” The parking lot was… a weird winding Byzantine maze that made very little sense but right next to it was the infamous ice cream flavor graveyard.

I’ve seen photos before but for some reason I didn’t expect them to be real slate gravestones! They were all fenced in like a tiny family cemetery you’d find at the sight of an old farmhouse. But they were colorful and each had a pithy rhyme about their demise. It was so quintessentially Vermont for me, just leaning into the weird and whimsical. And there were people reading them all like we were. A fun moment for sure. Although many of these flavors sounded fantastic so I don’t know why they’ve been relegated to the flavor cemetery. Others…. well, let’s just say as much as I love sweet potato pie I’m not convinced that would have been a hit ice cream flavor.

We walked past a little playground towards the factory where there was a place to create tye dye T-shirts and to buy yourself an ice cream cone. Also a ticket booth for factory tours which on this day was only $6 a person! We would have done that if we weren’t on a time crunch. Instead we poked around the gift shop, grabbing a VW Bus shaped pin and leafing through the pages of two tell all exposes about fighting for the soul of the company. Ben and Jerry’s for a long time was a really good company to work for. They gave stocks to the people sewing their T-shirts and stood at the forefront of social justice… until they made the mistake of making a board of executives who threw these founding visionaries under a bus in favor of corporate greed. I’d be pissed too. Maybe even enough to write two books worth of greivancs.

Their T-shirts were really decent quality, the stretchy material T-shirts used to be made of and were quite cute but I was running low on funds and couldn’t afford the $30, instead opting for a pin to add to my overloved purse.

Someday I likely will come back to do a factory tour and probably buy a T-shirt and a book. All and all it was a cute little distraction for a bit.

Wally’s Weiners at the Brewery – Newport Rhode Island

So, it’s been pointed out that I haven’t been giving Catching Marbles the love it deserves so today I decided to go back to how I started, going somewhere and then writing a blog entry on the same day. I know, crazy right? I have learned my lesson however. This is a task best managed with one easy destination, not four in a row after an ungodly amount of driving.

Today we found ourselves ovenless after losing the appliance in a bum poker game with the local cryptid gang known only as The Spooksters. Take as much of the previous statement as truth as your whimsical heart desires. Either way this seemed like the perfect excuse to try a new place to eat.

“Where are we going?”

“Wall-e’s.”

“Ooooo, I always wanted to be served by a trash robot.”

I mean no offense when I say this but this new eatery seemed to be situated in a warehouse which… kinda made me think I might actually luck out on the garbage picking robot helper. But alas, no. It’s a sports bar. How terribly mundane. It was pretty big with a nice outdoor patio and the usual industrial chic decorating style you’d expect. There were TVs on all sides airing the World Cup match – France v Senegal with 3-1.

Other than that the place was empty save for a teenager taking food orders and a bar tender taking drink orders. I wasn’t holding my breath but kept an open mind. I ended up ordering a honey-mustard chicken sandwhich and heavily taxing the garlic fries my companion ordered. He had a burger and a hotdog (I refuse to say weiner because I’m not 5 years old.) Our order came out in little cardboard baskets with plastic silverware. I raised an eyebrow.

And then… I was kinda shocked. Everything was really good! When my chicken sandwhich came out it was so tall I asked how I was supposed to get my mouth around it. I expected to hear someone giggle, “PHRASING!” But no, no one did. Instead the Universe stepped up and decided to double down. I bit into this monstrosity and my hands were immediately covered in s̶a̶n̶d̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶s̶p̶l̶o̶o̶g̶e̶ , specialty sauce. This didn’t feel like consent but it was delicious so I tried not to focus too much on how my hands were now sticky enough to climb up the wall like a gecko.

The garlic fries were well proportioned, actually tasted of garlic, and were a lot of fun. My companion was also impressed with both his hamburger and hot dog.

Somewhere in here this place started filling up with people. A bizarre mix of well to do Boomer men, a gaggle of 20 somethings, and the usual people you’d expect to see at a bar, any bar. The Boomers seemed to prefer the patio. No one was paying attention to the match on the TV. Not. One. So much for soccer I guess.

Anyway… twas good eating. And who knows maybe the bar was decent too. My autistic teatotalling ass would be a poor judge of that. I’m happy to be back home and away from the crowds.

The Provisioner – North Kingston Rhode Island

Few things make me instantly happy like stumbling unexpectedly into a well maintained tank of bright and healthy aquarium fish. That’s what happened today after picking a new sandwhich joint to peruse.

I had no idea they’d have a big cichlid tank and honestly… I would have been happy just plopping myself down in front of it, but no, there was more to this place. The menu was eccentric – crazy names for a whole host of creative hot sandwiches. As well as some tempting sides. I ended up getting The Cabbie which was like a warm gyro with tzatsiki sauce. My companion got something with a heap of cured meats and a side of mac and cheese that I had no choice but to heavily tax. Hot, gooey, cheesy, deliciousness with a bit of a zestiness.

The staff were friendly, the food came out quickly and piping hot, everything was super fresh and goddamn delicious. Even the mac and cheese which didn’t look like much but had a bit more character than I expected when I bit into it. All and all I do believe we will be going back to this place.

Chocolate World, Hershey Pennsylvania

It’s been a while since we broke out of New England but we did so last week for a few VERY BUSY days! The following two weeks will likely all be blog entries from said trip so enjoy as I milk this adventure to death. Our destination was North Carolina but that’s a hell of a drive so we decided to stop halfway through to get a chocolate fix and maybe a few giggles.

For some reason I had no idea Hershey Park was a theme park. I thought it was some sort of boring educational park… with chocolate (which if I’m honest makes everything better.) I was a little shocked to see a closed theme park with enough parking lots to cover a small town. The gift shop was open, I was being told. OKAY…

The gift shop was indeed open and full of people with their small children. It was a little weird… who comes all this way for a gift shop? Even myself was more here looking for a bathroom. I’m a creature of simple needs, what can I say? After we found the rest rooms we wandered back into the shops, plural. One had mugs and bric-a-bracs, the other chocolate. So much chocolate. And we had come at the right time of year as there was Easter candy marked down as well as other goodies including Reeses peanut butter cups the size of a child’s head for $5. And if that wasn’t enough there was a long line for people making their own peanut butter cup with whatever fillings they wanted kind of like a sundae bar. Those were expensive though and the line was more than I wanted to deal with. Instead I grabbed a Nutrageous which my companion told me was the best and a package of caramel chocolates which I had no idea Hershey even made. I was also surprised to learn they also owned Twizzlers and Jolly Ranchers. It was fun finding weird flavors of all these things!

We did eventually find an educational display, wandered through it like it was the most fascinating thing on earth, and eventually ended up at a free ride! It was on moving ground… which… made for a very not graceful entrance on my part. Imagine a dog trying to stand in the car and that’s probably about as much balance I had as I plopped into the cart. We then got to ride through a fake factory and see the whole process of how chocolate was made, narrated by animatronic cows and various other critters. It was all very cutesy and I was a little embarrassed at points as it was making me dizzy. Christ, I can’t even handle toddler rides any more. This is getting ridiculous. Don’t age, it’s not fun! But by the end we were rewarded with a free bite size chocolate bar which I felt like I’d earned.

This was a fun little stop off with clean bathrooms! We got our fix of sweets and wandered out maybe half an hour later after peering through the gates to the closed theme park side of things. There’s few things as creepy as abandoned carnival rides without a soul in sight. I approve. Not sure how I’d feel about it if I were there during the season but eh. It was all good.

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