I used to love cemeteries. Now I don’t
I used to love cemeteries. Now I don’t. When I was younger, walking through a cemetery satisfied my need to feel one with history. Because living in America isn’t like Europe. There, your feet travel the same cobblestone paths that dozens of generations before you did. But here, cemeteries seem like the only place that has any concentration of structural history. My love for cemeteries died when too many of my loved ones were put into the ground. The other day I visited the gravesite of my childhood girlfriend, Laurie Rooney. She grew up across the street from me and […]