Monday, we interred a good friend at the Florida National Cemetery.
Whatever else needs saying about the Department of Defense, they create good cemeteries…good gardens of stone. The best, in my experience is the memorial cemetery above Omaha Beach in Normandy, which I visited on a cool foggy and drizzly day because the . . . → Read More: The Gardens of Stone
I went on a quest yesterday for a special sort of Hallmark card, the sort of card that can be found in the narrow area between “Get Well” and “Sympathy.” The labels say “Thinking of You,” which is true enough, though not nearly precise enough. I eliminated about half the choices without opening . . . → Read More: Who knows where the time goes?