Thursday, March 31, 2016

Bill Russo (The Creature From the Bridgewater Triangle) Media Kit

Bill Russo Media Kit -  Email: Billrrrrr@yahoo.com

Bill Russo lived in “The Bridgewater Triangle” for many years and never knew about the bizarre creatures said to inhabit it, until he met one.  His riveting account of meeting a hairy ‘Puckwudgie’ has been featured on film and on national television.

That story and a dozen others are featured in “The Creature From the Bridgewater Triangle.”

The book takes the reader along on Russo’s midnight walk through the Hockomock Swamp in Southeastern, Massachusetts. An eerie cry floats across the night air: ‘Keer. Keer.  Chu. Chu. Ee wan chu’.

A three foot, pot bellied creature steps from the shadows into the light cast by an overhead streetlamp.  It raises a hairy paw and summons Russo with the call, ‘keer, keer. Ee wan chu.  Ee wan chu!

Other New England legends spotlighted include the sad tale of Maria Hallet and her true love, Black Sam Bellamy, the pirate captain of the Whidah treasure shipThe Cape Cod princess who created a lake with her tears. The ghost of a 300 year old parson who tends  ‘flower boats’, and several more.

A retired New England Broadcaster and journalist, Bill Russo lives in Harwich on Cape Cod.  He has written a number of books in paperback and on Kindle, including The Ghosts of Cape Cod, Swamp Tales and Jimmy Catfish.


 The Creature From the Bridgewater Triangle is available at Amazon in paperback as well as an Ebook.  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OEZK8IQ










Sunday, February 28, 2016

From Bourne to Provincetown, here are the "Ghosts of Cape Cod".

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Number Six on the Amazon Charts and moving up!  Thanks to all: and to all who have not seen it yet - here's the Link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BL1TP7U


#6 in Books > Travel > United States > Massachusetts > Cape Cod

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Cape Cod Corpses are Dying to Leave Their Graves!



Here's a sample from an early chapter of The Ghosts of Cape Cod.  This chapter focuses on the spirits that are said to inhabit Upper Cape Cod.  The 150 page book is available on Kindle for the introductory price of 99 cents.  Here's the link to the Amazon page:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BL1TP7U

Portion of  Chapter one: The Jumbled Graves

From the Sagamore Cemetery on Route 6A in Bourne, comes this eerie tale of corpses getting up from mis-labeled graves and trying to enter their proper coffin!
A number of the dead in the old burial grounds are said to wander around unhappily because of the ‘grave’ error made around 1909.
For hundreds of years people had thought of connecting the various rivers, lowlands, swamps, and marshes that almost, but not quite, made Cape Cod an island.
Just before the 20th century was one decade old, the final plans for the Cape Cod Canal became a reality. Among a number of impediments to the massive project was the matter of the old Bournedale Cemetery.
It had been the final resting place of choice for the town’s finest citizens for 105 years. Inside the iron rails and granite posts of the burial ground, were the memorial stones of the entire Bourne family, who gave their name to the community.
The burial ground became a major obstacle to the building of the canal because it was literally in the middle of the construction path.
After much debate, it was decided that the entire graveyard would be dug up and the remains of the dead, would be transferred to the Sagamore Cemetery, a few miles away.
Local businessman Isac Keith, who owned a boxcar manufacturing company, was contracted to construct fresh coffins as a replacement for any that were too deteriorated to be used in the new location.
That Keith’s laborers did a fine job on the new coffins, there seems to be no argument; but there was a big problem.
The workers got confused when it came time to re-inter the corpses and jumbled up a number of the bodies and stones; so Smith might have had Jones’ marker and vice versa.
Isac Keith’s laborers may have been fortifying themselves with supplies from the local tavern, or perhaps they felt that it didn’t matter which century old corpse got whatever hundred year old marker.
Either way, apparently not much was said about the matter, and the job was quickly finished. It seemed as though the workers were right; the dead didn’t seem to mind having the wrong stones over their head - until something changed.
After seven long years, in 1916, the canal was fully operational. In a few more years, two sparkling new automobile bridges would be built from mainland Massachusetts to the Island of Cape Cod.
A third bridge was also erected. The 544 foot long Canal Railroad Bridge, a magnificent vertical lift draw-bridge, was completed in 1935. It had the highest lift of any bridge in the world. As rail traffic increased because of this new span, so did the business of Keith’s boxcar company.
Isac Keith, his customary fuming cigar plugged into the side of his mouth, was eagerly expanding his business.
Meanwhile, all was peaceful and serene at the cemetery and Bourne’s finest were lining up to buy plots in the Sagamore burial grounds. Isac Keith bought one – and apparently that was a big mistake for the cigar chomping businessman.
After Keith died and was put in a grave with the ‘correct’ marker above it, the dead around him began to rise up in protest
It seems that those who had been re-buried with the wrong head-stones blamed Keith for their problems. The keeper of the cemetery is certain that Keith and a number of other ghosts frequently materialize and saunter around the graveyard.
He has related his encounters in a number of newspaper articles. Around 2010, the graveyard and its keeper were featured on the popular program “Chronicle” produced by Boston’s Channel Five.
The keeper of the burial ground claims that he has smelled cigar smoke around Keith’s grave several times, when there has been no one else anywhere near the tombstone.
Other visitors to the secluded graveyard say that when they walk through the rows of ancient weather-beaten old markers, they have been gripped by icy blasts and have walked through gloomy, cold spots.
Some people talk about seeing a man in a top hat strolling near the markers. The man in vintage clothing with the stump of a cigar screwed into his mouth, disappears if the viewers try to get closer.
The caretaker was shaken up one morning when he found a heavy monument lifted from its base and placed nearby. There was no trace of it being pried off. He called the police who verified that there was no vandalism or any signs of tampering.
Some speculate that the dead whose identities were mixed up are angry at Keith. They chase him through row after row of ancient grave markers.
One of those doing the pursuing may be Captain Elisha Bourne (1733-1804). He was driven out of the town that bears his name shortly before the American Revolution, because he was a Tory (a person who supported the colonies remaining a part of England).
The Whigs (Revolutionists) allowed him to come back after the war was over. His was one of the displaced graves and his marker was one of those set upon the wrong grave.
Some locals say that Bourne chases Keith and harangues him about the mix-up.
The caretaker apparently feels that anyone who visits his cemetery has a good chance to be grasped by the cold spots, smell the cigar smoke, and perhaps even see Captain Bourne pester Isac Keith.
Judging from a number of reports, at least some visitors to this aged burial spot have indeed encountered the top hatted business man wandering around his grave, a thick fog of cigar smoke trailing after him like a dirty cloud.

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  The full 150 page book is available on Kindle for the introductory price of 99 cents.  Here's the link to the Amazon page:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BL1TP7U

Saturday, January 9, 2016

A Lesson for all Homophonic Phobiants......


Aye, Eye, I don't want to, two, too upset anybody, but if ewe, you have a fear of homophones and their usage; Eye, aye, I have a lesson for you, ewe.

But first a quick refresher on some
 of the more common homophones


Now with know/no  more waist/waste of thyme/time here/hear
is the lesson.  Five is lesson six.

Yore, your, you're 
Welcome


Friday, January 1, 2016

Make Your Own Cartoons. For Free!

by Bill Russo

I recently discovered a few free websites that help you make your own cartoon strips.

Here's one I made at MakeBeliefsComix.com........


The site is easy to use and has a wealth of easily used images and graphic tools.  There are resources for everyone, including special articles, books, and programs for educators.  A number of free books are also available including one in which you put your own caption to a pre-drawn cartoon.

You merely have to think of something for the cartoon character to say and then type it into an empty speech bubble. Here's what I came up with for a cartoon depicting a coffee shop with a bored waitress serving coffee to a man seated next to a bug-eyed alien...


Another good site is https://www.bitstrips.com/create/comic/   although you are unable to save

your work and post it on your own - people can see your work

only through the website.

MakeBeliefsComix.com does not save any work on its site.  You get to save your own work and treat it as a regular photo.

I hope you enjoyed my cartoons.  Please let me know if you did and if you'd like to share your cartoon strip, I would like to see it.

Good Luck and Happy Cartooning. 



The Mystery of the Disappearing Cape Cod Flower Boats

Flower boats. 

Old dories dragged ashore, 

Not long ago they were as common as
 Clam Chowder on old Cape Cod. 

Now, there may only be one left!







Why have they all but disappeared?  Is a 300 year old ghost the cause of it all?  The answers are in  Chapter Two of "The Creature From the Bridgewater Triangle.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

A New Apple is Coming, Just for Old People......

If Apple had any sense of humor at all, they would take this idea that I am running up the flagpole and go with it.  They would sell about a billion Granny Smiths.  

What's wrong with the Macs?  Nothing really, and Apple has sold a million of them.  But a McIntosh apple can't make up its mind on anything.  It's red and it's green and can't decide which it really wants to be. 

 Granny Smith is tart and purely green, just like a good granny should be.  Decisive and strong, aptly describes a Granny Smith apple and the computer would have the same traits.

Run them off the assembly line Apple ! !! !!!  And put a little tag on them that says, "Age Restricted - No one under the age of 55 may purchase a Granny Smith."

I'm telling you this can be big! !! !!!

And if it is, you're a witness.  It's my idea and I want ten per cent of the wholesale cost of every Granny Smith made.  If I don't get it, I will come up with an even better idea and sell it to Billy Gates or whoever is running Windows these days.  I'm already getting a 'clear' idea for a new Microsoft PC and I even think I can get people to adopt the horrible search engine called "Crosby" that nobody uses.  Dear Apple, if you are reading this, hurry up, I clearly see a "Window" of opportunity for both of us.  Please email me a few hundred thousand as a good faith gesture. 

Thanks,

Your Pal, 

Bill (no Gates) Russo

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