Memorial Day at Lakewood
Sorry about the light to non-existent posting hereabouts in the past weeks. I’ve had a string of killer crunch days at work,with some very long hours, and haven’t been able to summon up much energy to post anything in my off time.
For anybody who’s been curious about what I do for a living
[Okay, that's probably a longshot]
my job can be briefly described thus:
Results of data mining projects done by about 50 medical investigators are given to me to clean, sort, and then shovel into 4 or 5 databases as fast as possible. That’s it. And, unlike at my previous job, my phone rings only occasionally if at all, so I get to listen to music all day as I stoke the fiery furnaces of insurance fraud detection.
Spent the long Memorial Day weekend mainly sleeping and doing the tube tuber thing. Watched several episodes of Band of Brothers with my kids, to whom that miniseries is Holy Writ. To me:Â not so much, but it was pretty darn good. Also watched Saboteur, one of my favorite Hitchcock movies. Also watched a bunch of other things I don’t remember, but that’s good because the point was to watch as mindless stuff as possible and so preserve the few remaining brain cells I have, so considered that way the weekend all in all was a great success.
Did manage to get over to Lakewood Monday afternoon, and spent a fine couple of hours sitting in Memorial Day traffic gridlock, the standard situation all over the normally deserted cemetery.
I love Lakewood. My parents and grandparents are buried there, and I probably go there 3 or 4 times a year, usually to bring flowers or a wreath for the holidays.  Even tho I’ve irrevocably shuffled off the coils of organized religion, I keep thinking that a long, long, long time from now, when the time finally comes for me to shuffle off the mortal coil, and if there’s anyone still around then who feels the need to have a memorial service for me, I would like that service to be held in the memorial chapel at Lakewood. It’s one of the finest examples of Byzantine style architecture in the world, and the mosaics that adorn the interior are spectacular.
Don’t need religion of any kind in order to appreciate such beauty.
UPDATE: I forgot to mention the highly subjective and scientific bumpersticker poll I took of the cars at Lakewood yesterday. The results:
Peace/anti-war message bumperstickers:Â Â Â 15
What Would Wellstone Do? bumperstickers:Â Â 3
Kerry/Edwards 2004 campaign bumperstickers:Â Â 7
Bush-Cheney/”W”/Bush support message bumperstickers:  0Â
Ford Bell bumperstickers:Â Â Â Â 1Â Â [okay, that one was on my car]
Amy Klobuchar bumperstickers:Â Â Â 0
Mark Kennedy bumperstickers:Â 0
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… And I wonder how many other people think of Peter S Beagle’s book A Fine and Private Place as they stroll through Lakewood?
Well anyway, here’s a few pictures.
Gravesite of Paul and Sheila Wellstone:

Near the large boulder gravestone, the markers for Paul and Sheila:

Grandma Tild and Grandpa August gravesite:

I had to use a knife to clear off the encroaching turf:

My parents’ gravesite:

Posted: May 30th, 2006 under Chez Tild, General.
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