Stop and Hear the Music

You don’t normally think of a cemetary as a place to hang out, but Hope Cemetary was different. It was included in the area tourist brochures as a place to see. I used to go there sometimes alone, but mostly with friends. We’d wander amoung the tombstones–talk and take pictures. Snow crunched beneath our winter boots.

That was when I was listening to Tom Waits all the time. I’d play Franks Wild Years too loudly while studying. The songs would still be swirling in my head as I headed to classes. Innocent When You Dream (78) was my favorite song then.