News is what someone, somewhere, doesn't want you to know. Everything else is just advertising.
Lord North Cliffe
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Gray Day Graves
Traffic in the graveyard today, lots. Gray, dreary days always bring them out. Mostly gray heads in cars, always alone. Too wet to get out, so they sit and stare at some spot--3 rows back and just to the left of the holly. And remember, I guess. Windshield wipers sweeping away God's tears.