A Day with the Dead

Today, for lack of anything else to do, I spent with the dead citizens of New Haven. Here you can see Mr Eli Whitney's final resting place. Mr Whitney, is most well known for his invention of the cotton gin, which was a curse or a blessing for the agricultural south. It got those seeds outta the cotton so more could be picked and therefore more cheap help.. ( a euphamism and tongue in cheek meaning for slavery. The Grove St cemetery is quite interesting. I sat there for awhile, being the only living amongst the dead.. wondering what if these people were living in a parallel universe and their grave sites were actually their homes, all grand and glorious like the Victorians on Whitney St and the even older federal style homes of the 1700s. Yale presidents mixed with common folk, Roger Sherman, a native to Boston but a signer of the Declaration of Independance from CT... hob nobbing with Charles Goodyear of Tire Fame... and what the heck is Anne Gerry doing in New Haven? Her husband, Eldridge Gerry, a once Vice Prez of the USA and the originator of Gerrymandering all within the confines of these brick walls. Well it was peaceful, and it gave me something to do... I miss home, I miss Jacko and Connaugh, Squeaks, Cobalt and Brennie... I want us to all be here together and the next three weeks will suck... I wanted to go back to Maine but Jack said absolultely not!! He wants outta there so bad...so I will be miserable, poor, and eat cheetos for the next five days so as to get us here together. Sorry I digressed, but homesickness overwhelms me sometimes, I just want life to be normal again. Well, won't blog again for a day or two, my 12 hour day is tomorrow.. lucky me.