On our infrequent trips to Nebraska, this cafe is a regular stop. The Patient Spouse has fond memories of eating here when he was a kid.
This visit was weird: we were traveling in the pandemic to my father-in-law’s funeral and pandemic reminders were everywhere. Like that upside down table, a non-negotiable way to enforce seating limits at the cafe.
You know how on the last hot days of summer, you can convince yourself that, even with the heat, there’s a coolness lurking in the air? It felt like that, and looking an an empty swimming pool accompanied by the sounds of kids at the nearby school playground made it seem even more fall-like.
Until a few minutes later when it was just straight up a really hot and humid day…
photographed 8.27. 2018
My mother-in-law is buried in this cemetery; it’s 600 miles from where we live, so our visits there are infrequent.
The last time we were there, it was early in the morning, and there was an old lady walking up the middle of the little cemetery road. From a distance – and even as she got closer – she looked exactly like my late mother-in-law. It was an odd feeling to watch her slow approach.
She spoke to us as she passed. Ghosts don’t talk, do they?
Anyway, this is a detail of tomb that’s in her cemetery neighborhood.