from a story Mom told me, when I was pretty young, of the time she was out with her high school classmates (she was one of 18 in her graduating class) roaming the town on foot. They decided to cut through a small cemetery and...Mom fell into a freshly dug (but unoccupied) grave. She could laugh about it later but I don't think I *ever* found that funny.
And now I'm thinking...Sis loves cemeteries, especially old ones. I wonder if SHE heard Mom's story. Bro likes cemeteries for the same reason I do: he likes the sculptures and the gardens. All the nieces and nephews seem to enjoy checking out cool cemeteries.
