Ron and I both grieved the loss of Weekly World News yesterday when the announcement was made that the tabloid was shutting its doors. But his take is a bit more sentimental than mine because it was a connection with his grandmother.

There aren’t a whole lot of things an angry teenager and an octogenarian can talk about, but the silly pictures and crazy stories in a black and white tabloid helped to close that gap. We’d sit at the kitchen table, passing magazines back and forth, talking about P’lod the space alien who predicted presidential elections, the latest adventure of Bat Boy, what Elvis and other non-dead dead celebrities were up to, and all the other crazy cryptids that inhabited the Weekly World News universe and whether or not things like that could really exist.

A beautiful eulogy where there is more to this post than meets the eye.

I just wanted to work there. Shattered. My dream of tailing BatBoy, that is.