Ran with Cath to the cementary. We looked at her little niece's grave who was buried there and my Dad's two good buddies buried there. We stood too look over the valley and the lake, ran up one of the trails behind the cemetary and talked about running further up it next time she comes to town. I wanted to do it then, but she had to get back. I am starting to remember a lot of things about this side of town (purportedly the "good" side of town). I lived in Utah off and on in high school and I lived in this part of town. A lot of weird stuff happend here that I'd forgotten about. Things like, a girl in the neighborhood was found burned to death in that cementary. Some people said it was devil worshiping (her parents), others said she had a history of depression (her brother). The matches and gas can were found near by. Also, there's a lot of peeping toms and attempted rapes. Right now there is an 'attmpted' rapist on the loose who followed a 20 year old down lover's lane, pinned her down and pulled up her shirt. This is the road we always ran in the a.m. for cross country-- we nick-named it -- rapist lane, and were not alloud to go by ourselves. I forgot how in the "good" part of town there's a lot more weird stuff like that. On the "working class" part of town people are generally too busy working and to do crazy stuff like worship satan out loud or hide in the bushes waiting for 20 year olds to run down a dirt road. So much for the "good" part of town. | 