Vines are taking over the garden.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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Friday, August 14, 2009
On our way home we kept passing signs with weird
names of places. This was one of the worst, next to Slaughter
Neck. I'd probably never go to this beach, it sounds like a bad
horror movie. I looked up why its called that, not very
interesting. It was either after the horse shoe crabs that would
wash up on shore and die, or a local postmaster named William
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
"And like Edgar Allen Poe, I'll die
on these streets of Baltimore"
At his new resting spot and the old, people left
notes to him with either flowers or a trinket.
Something that was left I found weird was a picture.
Weather worn on the front, but on the back it read
this very long thing about how they missed him so
much, it was written as if she knew him. Interesting.