Eric and I went for a walk tonight. We saw nine million fireflies and one bat, which is the kind of firefly-to-bat ratio I prefer.
I thought this was kind of cool: I just recently noticed this very tiny cemetery, really just a cluster of graves, from the 1800s. The freaky thing is that it's just sort of stuck in the middle of a median between two highways just north of the airport, where you exit 71 to merge onto 183 North.
I have driven past it at least 50 times and never saw it until this month, when I was dropping Jennifer off at the airport. I did a double take, but by the time it registered, I'd sailed right past it.
I found it on Google Earth, did a little web research (it's the Davidson-Littlepage Cemetery, and it's on what used to be the family farm), and made a mental note to check it out sometime. When Eric and I picked up Dan from the airport Sunday, I pulled over on the way back so we could take pictures.
There are only five graves, and there's no road access; you have to cross two lanes of highway traffic and a lot of high grass to get to it. Someone had mowed inside and all around the gate, so they must have pushed the mower across the road to get to it.
That's the story of the weird little graveyard. Not much to it, but it makes me wonder what other cool shit I'm tripping over every day but never see.