I went hiking with autumn spirit at the legendary Bachelor's Grove Cemetery in suburban Chicago this October 26, 2007. Some inner force led me to this mystical place. As I approached this sad burying ground, I felt an overwhelming wave of sadness. I will never comprehend how any could vandalize graves. This is truly an example of humanity at its worst. I entered the ravaged gates only wanting to honor these departed folks at their resting places.

It began raining which I saw as a sign of their gratitude for granting them my total respect in this abandoned cemetery. They were like each of us with their dreams and their nightmares. They faced triumphs and tragedies as we all do who walk this earth. Not one experienced the world as any other. I am sure not one was laid to rest ever expecting what would happen to their tombstones.

Eclectic folks travel here, many hoping for a ghostly encounter. As I lost myself wandering, a family approached me inquiring if I have ever seen a ghost here and how I could explore here alone. I smiled and replied, "How do you know I am a living human?" They immediately burst out in laughter. One woman in their group asked me if I believed in the undead. I simply repeated what I said in a stone cold voice. I immediately bid them a spirited fall evening as I disappeared down a shadowy pathway...
For any who read this...do you know if I am a living human?

"17" ahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooos :):):)

dream~~~dare~~~dive!!! :):):)