Texas Cemetary

I told you in a few earlier blogs how Em likes to show a girl a good time. Well, one afternoon we went for a walk in the hot southeast Texas sun (everything is big in Texas) to a small cemetery nearby with some very old grave stones. We walked among the dead for about a half hour reading gravestones, imagining their deaths, the diseases that took babies and teens and men and women alike and we admired the names of these Texans. We both enjoyed a graveyard walk. My memory sucks, so next time I will bring a notebook and record the names... they are often fascinating and notebook worthy for use in a future story.