Trolley museum and TV troubles

Despite the heavy rain tapering to drizzle then abruptly changing to patchy sun and clouds, we went to the Connecticut Trolley Museum in East Windsor, Connecticut this afternoon. I have never seen a museum with more Hallowe'en decorations in the yard along with the couple dozen trolley cars from around the world, in various states of repair and disrepair... Had a lovely ride on a 1920's era New Orleans streetcar -- and I swear I was getting a vibe off the spirit of a regular passenger. I don't usually talk about things like this, but around this time of year when the line between the here and the hereafter gets thin, I sometimes have these little odd moments. I kept getting this strong mental image of a old Creole woman who'd worked as a laundress/voodoo priestess who used to ride on that very streetcar.

And if someone could tell me where I could download episodes of "Moonlight", I will be one very happy urban fantasy fan: I had a minor squabble with my mother over watching this new series. She thought it looked "too scary", when to me it looks no scarier than "Supernatural". My only other solution is to get my own TV, though for some reason, I really don't want one.