The Lost Cemetery

In my post on November 11, 2008, I mentioned finding the tombstone of Fillipo Marino, a four-year-old who died in 1903, in the woods behind my house. Well, a few days ago, I went exploring through the woods behind his tombstone and found several other gravemarkers.

Some of them were almost completely grown over and most of them were tipped over.

I couldn't make out any dates on the stones, because they were all badly eroded.

I'm going to try to find out why there was a cemetery in Herring Run Park, who is buried there and why it was allowed to get overgrown.

The Great American Waste-of-Time

I went to Washington, DC yesterday with Don and Jess to watch the Orioles play the Nationals.

Sheesh, baseball is DULL! But it was a beautiful evening to sit outdoors with friends and pay gourmet prices for junk food.

The Orioles won.

If you enlarge this picture, you can barely see the Capital Dome above the tall building, between the construction cranes.

How to Be Remembered

If my first name was ANNA and my last name was BROWNING, I wouldn't want people using my middle initial L.

Passion on the Sidewalk

I love you too, Amanda.

Who Knew?

I've been playing volleyball on Wednesdays with a group of friends since 2002. Most of them are people I used to work with when I taught at Midtown Academy, but others have joined over the years.

One guy who has been playing with us for many years just published a book, so I went out and bought it. Here it is:

I took it home and read the dust jacket. Well, it turns out that the dude has TWO PULITZER PRIZES! Wow, people are surprising things.