{"id":33186,"date":"2021-06-01T19:34:14","date_gmt":"2021-06-02T00:34:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=33186"},"modified":"2021-06-01T19:34:14","modified_gmt":"2021-06-02T00:34:14","slug":"memorial-day-at-the-cemeteries","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=33186","title":{"rendered":"Memorial Day at the Cemeteries"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

No Memorial Day parade in Dallastown yesterday — a casualty of the COVID pandemic, no doubt — so I went down to Baltimore to visit the cemeteries of my grandparents and great-grandparents and leave flags.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hadn’t been down that way since March, when I lined up the old photograph of the trolley<\/a> at Loudon Park Cemetery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Photographs are silent. It was anything but silent. Driving on the expressway, seventy miles an hour, Led Zeppelin on the stereo, I could hear the cicada droning in the Beetle. Occasionally, I was attacked by a cicada, and it would make a clicking sound that sounded vaguely like a copier spitting out paper. Generally, the droning whine sounded like Christopher Pike had set his hand laser to overload on Talos IV.<\/p>\n\n\n\n