Levity, in the face of tragedy. (I started this site two days before 9/11.)
Every day on the way to camp we pass a cemetery near my house. I love it and I wish I lived closer to it. I grew up two doors down from my village’s graveyard, and I spent MAD time there from the time I was 9 until I was 16 and moved into the city. Granted, there was not much of anywhere else to spend time. It was basically Strong Badia (Population: Tire), except it had convenience mart, weird stump, and bar. And that cemetery.
Anyway, back to driving.
Strudel: Mom, is that cemetery popular?
OMG was this happening again??
Me: *beat* Yes. People are DYING to get in!!
Strudel: Ha ha. *Seriousening* Mom, I’m serious. Are a lot of people buried there?
Me: Yes, it’s been around a long time. Want to go for a walk in it sometime?
Strudel: Okay, but not at night.