For someone who loves movement and geography, I often hesitate to cross the street or go for a walk. Standing at a street corner, looking at the traffic of humans and cars, I try to determine the timing of the traffic lights. Should I step off the curb? Will the light turn yellow? Will the hand start flashing in 3 seconds? 10 seconds? I look … Continue reading Walking Rosemont
To emigrate is to exit a country; to immigrate is to come into a country. Emigrants exit; immigrants come in. E-E-I-I. How often have you heard or read this memory trick? It’s repeated without thought, like a burp after a sip of soda: involuntary and expected.
Funeral home. Funeral parlour. Mortuary. Whatever you call it, you probably only go rarely, and only when summoned to. Like other places of death—ambulances, hospitals, hospices—the necropolis remains marginal in most people’s lives.
I’ve been to a dozen funerals, at least.