day 57 of 365

Being a lover of all things old and historic, I often traipse around old cemeteries just to soak in the sense of the past that lives among the gravestones. My friends Sherry and her kids told me about a favorite stone in a cemetery nearby, and so I went on a hunt for it. She told me they used to visit her because they loved her name.


A few stones over I found my favorite...Freelove Crosby. A name equally comfortable in 18th and 19th century New England and 1960s San Francisco.