Although I don’t talk about it much anymore, I still do it.  And am doing more of it more often as the summer now unfolds.

And I still immensely enjoy doing it—actually in some ways more than ever before.

It’s not dangerous, but it’s taboo.  If detected doing it, I’d be sought.  If intercepted in the act, I could be arrested.  But likely as a first-time ‘caught’ offender I’d likely be chastised and advised to desist.

Many of you believe me crazy for doing it.  Many of you aren’t crazy enough to try.  I’m probably too habituated to stop.  But why should I?

Used to be, in a less constraining time and culture, that I could do what I’m talking about right up to the set of Sun with society’s blessings.  But anymore, now that money talks louder and laws squawk broader, I’ve crossed the line of impermissibility in keeping true to the old ways of “it’s okay until your shadow dies.”

Yes, I am running in Dreamland (Lake View Cemetery) toward and sometimes including of the Sun’s set.

Yes, running “until dusk” has been the central focus of my summertime activities since almost before blogging was invented in the last millennium.

Yes, running “until dusk” in the summertime here is now taboo because the cemetery association (read: business interests) have for the first time in forever determined that keeping the cemetery open “until dusk” in the summertime is not financially lucrative.  So the gates now clank closed, as they do the rest of the year, at 5:30 PM.

It’s okay.  Other than a rare and quite occasional after-hours ‘trespasser’, it’s just me, a majestic array of exotic flora, a quixotic expression of unusual fauna, a quarter of a million resting souls, and more beauty than a walking stick insect could shake all of you at.

Who needs Reality TV?   Soon you will be able to go online and catch illegal immigrants on border webcams and report them to authorities even while you drink beer and wait for the pizza delivery guy to ring your bell.  Story here.