I currently live about 100 feet from the street -- and it is a street where few children frequent on this day. The long dark driveway could be creepy or simply inefficient use of time. So -- in many years, I've only ever had 2 visitors. On the other side of the back fence lies an old graveyard. The most recent burial that I can discern from the fading headstones is 1875. Most headstones have been taken down and placed in a semi-circle on the ground behind my house. I expect this has been deconsecrated -- it is on diocese land. It looks like a park of sorts, until you look closely <smile>. They are the quiet neighbours. <grin>
I have two selections for today. I couldn't choose one over the other. They are different and yet seem to fit the day. The first is by a singer that is father to a musical dynasty (his former wife a musician too). The lyrics fit the place I live now. The second is older and always made me smile. When my mother taught microbiology to nursing students at home, they played this song as 'her' theme at a year end event. Enjoy!
The Graveyard -- Louden Wainwright, III
The Monster Mash -- Bobby 'Boris' Picket and the Cryptkickers
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