The West of Arkham the arkum the hills wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.

There are dark narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically, and where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glint of sunlight.

On the gentler slopes, there are farms ancient and rocky, with squat, moss-coated cottages brooding eternally over old New England secrets in the Lee of great ledges

But these are all vacant now

wide chimneys crumbling and the shingled sides bulging perilously beneath low gambrel roots.

The old folk have gone away and foreigners do not like to live there.

French Canadians have tried it, Italians have tried it, and the Poles have come and departed.

It is not because of anything that can be seen or heard or handled, but because of something

that is imagined.

The place is not good for the imagination,

and does not bring restful dreams at night.

It must be this which keeps the foreigners away,

for old Ami Pierce has never told them of anything he recalls from the strange days.

Ami whose head has been a little queer for years is the only one who still remains or whoever talks of the strange days.

And he dares to do this because his house is so near the open fields in the traveled roads around

Arkham.

That is of course referring to Arkham, Massachusetts, a location founded in the mind of author

H.P. Lovecraft and subsequently visited in the imaginations of many others including

myself, Chad Fyfe Fyfer as well as myself

Chris Lanky and luckily we've got an archaeologist with us to explore Arkham today

Paul McLean hello nice to be on the show

thanks for coming Paul now some of you might know Paul Paul was on a previous episode of ours as a reader

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