Sunday, however, was an exception to the rule. The sun came out -- for most of the day, even -- and I dropped my indoor projects and headed out. Most of my errands were inconsequential, but were more enjoyable with a healthy dose of Vitamin D from the sky. The highlight of my afternoon was some quality time in the local national cemetery.
I imagine most national cemeteries are special places to visit. I like ours because it's squeezed in between the interstate, the ghetto and some medium industrial areas -- an oasis, if you will. The first graves were dug in the middle of the civil war for union soldiers. Twenty years, later, they dug up the confederates from another cemetery and moved them in, too. They've been joined by veterans from every war & skirmish since.
There is one area where you can stand among graves from the 1860s and see the tall buildings from downtown on the horizon. I can't help but wonder what those ol' boys would think if they could climb out and take a look around. The cemetery wasn't even in the city back then... And now, it's so deep in town that you can't see the city limits from there. A lot has changed in 150 years. Meanwhile, I live on a street where very little has changed in the last 70 -- except for the size of the trees. It's the not knowing how it's all going to end that makes it worth living, ain't it?