Annual Zombie March

Greg & I had one of those "only in Boston" moments last weekend. We were walking in Cambridge with our friends Dan & Ann, actually on our way to an Arts Festival at our church. And a guy runs past us looking really disoriented and with a huge spot of what looks like blood on his shirt. The four of us look at each other like "What the heck just happened to him?" And then we see police cars a couple blocks ahead and a massive group of people with signs walking towards us. Next thing we know, we're about to run into a crowd of hundreds of "zombies" who are making their annual march for who-knows-what. Let's just say we quickly crossed to the OTHER side of the street and waited until the long line of marchers had dwindled before attempting to continue on to church. Words cannot express the peculiarity of this scene. They'd painted their skin white, tattered their clothes, covered themselves in "blood", were walking slowly and limping, chanting odd things... One word comes to mind - CREAPY. Though Greg & I have encountered many an odd scene here in Boston, this definitely topped the charts!