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This weekend Steve and I watched the first few episodes of Ghostwriter, a favourite PBS show from our childhood. For those of you who aren't familiar, it's a literacy show about a group of kids who can see a ghost who takes letters nearby and spells out messages to the kids, because he can't hear them, they have to write back. They called him Ghostwriter, and in a brilliant moment the kids name themselves the "Ghostwriter Team!". Creative.

There's some fine features of the show, including awkward forced laughter, SamueL as Jamal's dad, and some sweet handshakes. Seeing it again now though, I can see why it's not so readily available on dvd or otherwise. Besides the fact that the slang and clothing are deliciously dated, it doesn't exactly jive with rules of internet safety. When you're at a computer ghostwriter can use all of the letters freely, so the kids ask ghostwriter all kinds of questions about who he is, and they in turn give him all kinds of info about who they are and where they are. That would not fly in today's internet predatorial world.

It was pretty awesome to see it again. I want more!

GO GO! GO GO! GHOSTWRITER! Word.