In The Great By And By



Do We Dream In Black And White, You Ask??



On Sleeping in the graveyard;

Bricklayers to make it a mute point soon....

There are crews of bricklayers in the process of repairing the walls around the graveyard, in the spots where, by one accident or another, they had fallen short of matching the height of the walls to either side of them.

They have fixed the one where a car had hit the wall. It is now impregnable, and is probably responsible for the fact that there are few, I think just two of us now; graveyard sleepers. It is a prime time; very quiet; very temporary. We are siezing the night. "Carpe Nocurnis!" Myself, and the guy who was probably responsible for every thing that I have had stolen from within a half mile of this very same graveyard.

The rest don't see a future there, as, the bricklayers are adding about a foot per week to the wall. Right now, it is only about a four and a half foot drop onto the planks which sit atop saw horses on the other side of the wall. The wall is like the bar, if you are a high jumper. One of these times, getting over it will be a big enough pain in the ass, as they build the wall up to that critical point, that it will warrant a change in sleeping arrangements.

I'm sure the spirits of the dead will understand, in the great by and by.

Federal Agents Going Through My Trash?

Just last week, I had thrown my "morning trash" into the trash can at the entrance to the graveyard. This is probably not incredibly wise, as it leaves clues which could point at the possible existence of someone camping in the graveyard.

Sometimes, I carry my trash past the can at the entrance to the graveyard, and throw it in the city receptacle on Government Street, where it blends with other, similar trash.

This is a great idea, when tossing away raw meat, for instance.

The amount of trash thrown away by people coming to look that the historical landmark, which is the graveyard, probably does not add up, in a year to what could be thrown away by a couple of unwitting campers in a month. And that adds up to more work for whomever has the job of emptying trash cans. It might be less work for them to just "find" your stuff where it is stashed and get you run out. So, let us be conscious of our ecological footprints, shall we?

Oh, and the feds went through my trash. It was fairly obvious. I had thrown a section of newpaper out, and someone had gotten into it and left it pulled apart as if it had been investigated. There was a middle section of the sports page which had a photo a high school's chearleading squad. That page, in particlar had been displaced in an almost ritualistic and symbolic manner; pretty blatant to those of us who are trained to look for them, I might add. I think the government might have an agent following me; waiting for me to slip up...

It was like they wanted me to know that THEY knew all about the picture of the cheerleaders.