Holiday weekends are supposed to be quiet around here. People head up north for the last long weekend of the summer, eat ripe cherries, melon, and peaches, go to street fairs. Apparently they also go to doctors. But I have a brief lull before the next onslaught of twisted ankles, hand-foot-mouth disease, flu, strep throat, chest pain, back pain, or whatever other common medical complaints walk in the door attached to a person.
There’s a little cemetery up the street from me. This isn’t New England, and old cemeteries aren’t the norm, but this one look interesting from the car window. So me and the kiddo saddled up and rode up to the place. It’s really cool. There’s a number of the usual headstones, but a lot of small ones from the mid 19th century, back when this was all farmland. Many are too faded to read. There are also a number of ostentatious obelisks marking family plots, and small veterans stars, some with flags, some rusted nearly away.
And bees. Lots of bees. Some hornets, yellow jackets, wasps—basically anything that can sting. After enjoying the spot, I got out, and a little ice took care of one particularly annoying sting.
Anyway, it’s Labor Day weekend, so you should be away from your computer. You may discuss below why you have failed in that task.