People are DYING to get in there...

That joke was taught to me by my father when I was little, and I have the old, large cemetary in Montreal in my head whenever I hear that joke, must have been the first time I remember him telling it.



Saturday I picked up my last house guest, Jim who is out in California now working in a New Urbanism planning office. We both made it through architecture school (he was in undergrad) and worked together on MiSo, the Solar House design competition. We caught up and shared work experiences over dinner and than walked around town after. It was interesting looking at things with a planner, he got excited about widths of roads, local stores and curves in the road. We did make it down to the pond where this picture is taken. I need to get a bike sometime as the bikepath goes right by this spot - gorgous and busy with neighborhood people.



Sunday dad and Uncle Bill came down to visit. We ran errands and had lunch at the rib place which I knew my Uncle would like - he loves meat. Than off to Lexington and Concord to explore the historical sites and Unitarian churches (of course- it is Uncle Bill after all). In Lexington there was this great cemetary we spent some time in. I love cemetaries but this one was great because alot of the tombstones had a passage on them along with the relevant info. There were alot of plots for the Muzzy family - funny name.



From dust I came to dust I'm come.

And now the dusts become my home.




From death's arrest no age is free.




Uncle Bill, being an interesting and eccentric person, wrote copicious amounts of notes on everything we saw from the list of town halls on a specific site to names and dates on tombstones. I don't know what he does with these scraps of paper, but it must fill a house by now. Well, I will leave you with my favorite inscription, which I memorized on my way to work today.

Behold all you that passeth by

align="center">As you are now so once was I