David Eustice told me that now was a relatively good time to go check out Geer Cemetery, so far as it goes – “because there won’t be so many snakes.” Yikes! I took his advice, but not without wondering how close I came last time around…
What does a cemetery actually mean? What does it signify about us? I’ve started an examination of those questions, and to start off, I took a trip to Durham’s Maplewood Cemetery, a pristinely maintained space where the Duke family and other prominent Durham figures are buried. Here are some photos from my expedition.
Itching to get out of the house, we went to the North Carolina State Fair – on its final day. People packed shoulder to shoulder, over-excited, exhausted children, wafts of frying smoke, invisible clouds of sugar. The climax for me was chowing down on a deep fried Twinkie.
Though I’d lived in Brooklyn for a couple years, I’d never made it to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, preferring rather to stay put in the dingy room of my shared Park Slope apartment. Oh the choices we make!
It was Halloween, and I was driving home through an unknown part of Durham. In the middle of an otherwise normal-looking neighborhood, I saw a wild patch of tall, sinewy trees. Looking closer, I barely made out old stones — grave stones.
Photos from a recent trip to Western North Carolina to enjoy the splendors of autumn. They said the trail would be “relatively easy,” a quick two hours up and one hour back. But by the end, I tell you, I definitely felt as tired as a grandfather.
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