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The Godfather is a Christmas movie

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~Greetings~

<-- 1923 Zelienople, PA, High School Yearbook

If you could see your ancestors
All standing in a row,
There might be some of them, perhaps,
You wouldn't want to know.
But, there is another question, which
Requires another view,
If you could meet your ancestors,
Would they be proud of you?

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When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He's obsessed with plane crashes.
He memorizes the wrecked metal details, the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke.
Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa.
How people go on, and how people don't.
It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot.
I can't help it,
I love the way men love.

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón


A cemetery is a history of people - a perpetual record of yesterday and sanctuary of peace and quiet today. A cemetery exists because every life is worth loving & remembering--always.

- Unknown


Occupation

Student. Cemetery, old cars, old yearbooks, baseball, Bobby Darin, Dizzy Dean, history, and planes enthusiast.


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien