My dad's nickname for me is Hamchuck, which is interesting since I loathe ham (and most other pork products). I offer up this blog of ponderings, recollections, contemplations, and things that amuse me, rarely featuring cured meat products, but often starring little plastic dinosaurs wearing outfits. And dogs.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Cemeteries, part II
So I happened to be in my hometown this past weekend and got some pictures of the things I mentioned in my last post.
entrance to the cemetery in my hometown- statue with anchor at center
Yup- this is the on the back of a headstone
Okay, I feel a little bad putting this up and basically mocking it, but it's absolutely astounding. Note the can of Skoal, the confederate flag, the owl (?), wolves howling at the moon, and I'm not sure what's to the left of the guitar. Some kind of crane drinking from a stream? I shudder to think of how much money these people put into this headstone.
An unfortunate last name, but even worse all by itself on your grave.
And the piece de resistance- practically a tie with "Ready":