I took my first trip on the Massachusetts commuter line this afternoon to Salem, an eighteen-mile trip that boasted industrial scenery as well as a quaint town called Scottswamp. I brought out my horse laugh when I saw the name of that town because SML will call any sweaty place on his body the swamp. SML did not laugh like a horse when he saw the sign, but Im guessing it was only because there were other people on the train.
I took this picture in one of the oldest graveyards in America, a small plot of land tucked into the near center of the city. Its fascinating to me that these stones are still standing, clean even from vandalism. That may be because Ive been living in Allston for the last year with a postal box telling me u watch ur ass.
Modern tombstones arent nearly as scary as these, which makes me wonder if its possible to get something like this made up for myself. It would have to look antique with water spots and a faded inscription, with maybe a skull near the top with angel wings. Maybe I shouldnt post this here, I dont want to go into Costco and see that someone has stolen my idea.