Even the dead couldn’t help the BoSox August 23, 2004 ~ 9:48 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedOkay, the first of the cemetery pics.
This is the grave of the “Father of Baseball”, someone named Chadwick. I particularly liked the little base path around the grave. I think I want one when I die. Or maybe a minature hockey rink. Oooh, no, I know. I want a football gridiron! My waist can be the 50 yard line! I am so twisted…
Notice that on the side of the column are crossed bats and a catcher’s mitt. On the other side were the same bats with a catcher’s mask. I thought these were nice touches. but we’ve already established what my taste is like.
Rick decided he wanted to reach up and touch the baseball to see what it felt like (this is why I love this man…if I was tall enough, I would have done the same damn thing. Ask my mom about the time I went to the British Museum and touched the Rosetta Stone). As he’s gripping the top of the column, he says “What the hell is this?” I give you “this”:
I don’t know if you can make it out, but “it” was a hand painted stone, apparently a plea from a Red Sox fan this past year for a World Series win. I loved it. They left him an offering because they couldn’t get to the Babe’s grave. Fantastic. We photographed the rock, put it back, and went on our merry way. Well, maybe not merry. It was a cemetery, after all.
I missed him August 23, 2004 ~ 3:48 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedRick’s back. And you know, I missed him. I missed the way his eyes gleam when he tells me something he knows is going to annoy me off. Like “People shouldn’t have stoop sales, because you never know what kind of psycho will come on your property and then you’ll have a stoop sale stalker.” Pessimist. But I missed that.
He came out to my place yesterday and we went for a late brunch in Park Slope, then for a ramble around the local cemetery. I actually took pictures this time, so they’ll probably be on here in the next couple of days. While we were there, we found three Peregrine Falcons snacking on a squirrel (nasty, but I got some great pictures!), found $15 (to partially make up for the $20 I lost in the park a couple weeks ago), and got locked into the cemetery.
Apparently, all gates but one close at 4 PM. Well, that gate was a long, long way from my house and we weren’t trekking all the way over there, so I was about halfway over the fence when the cemetery watchman came up and told me I could get arrested doing that. I climbed down and he let us out, but I think he was bullshitting me. I mean, get arrested for climbing out? Doubtful. For breaking in, yes, but really, you gonna arrest me for trying to bust out of the cemetery? I think some people have too much time on their hands.
