Disturbing :: November 15th, 2002 ::
Yesterday. Jessamyn and I spent most of it driving around the region, looking for the grave of an ancestor of hers who died in 1806. No luck. But the drive was beautiful. Around sunset we were at our last graveyard, which was at the top of a wooded hill. We watched the sun decline beyond the stark mesh of bare branches, then I looked down the dirt road that we would take back home. The car should make it down there, I thought.
