As much as I walk, I rarely go through cemeteries. No reason. They just aren’t convenient to my usual routines. Maybe I’ll change my habits.
In New Canaan, Connecticut, I’m only a few blocks from the town center, so that’s the direction I’ve been hiking, looking, of course, for the best pastries in town.
Today, I went the other direction, down the hill, and entered a cemetery. I was amused at the names on the monuments:
Grave, and my favorite,
I was also amused at the giant brouhaha Americans are having over immigration with the names—
—all side by side. Probably, they weren’t from Ireland. Or, Native Americans.
I found the mausoleums with stained glass windows kinda interesting. Why would the residents of a cemetery need … oh well.
I think I’m gonna start walking through cemeteries. Who knows what I’ll find next?