November 30, 2004

  • I got to Dreamland cemetery after dark yesterday.  I drove deep into the heart of it and then ran a short distance only since the gates to the cemetery would lock in less than half an hour.  After the run, I drank a customary beer atop a hill overlooking the City of the Dead  ( = Cleveland, what did you think, that I was talking about the cemetery?! ).  What a solemn moment that was: I’ve never been more alone in my life.  I got the gatekeeper to re-open the gates he was shutting just as I arrived to leave.  My life lately has seemed to consist of a lot of such close calls.  I must remember to buy the gatekeeper a little something for the holidays.  Unless in the meantime he locks me in.

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