
Call me weird, but I love graveyards. So much history, so many memories. This gravestone is in Mt. Olivet Cemetery in Kearney, Missouri. I took this shot while on a
Jesse James road trip last month. This isn't one of the James family; they're buried on the other side of the cemetery. In fact it's hard to tell exactly who this person was. It's probably a child's grave considering he doesn't have a last name. Unfortunately the graves nearby that might have given a clue to his family have disappeared, so now he's only Willie. That's the most important thing graveyards can tell us--that our time is short.
So stop reading this blog and get busy chasing your dreams!
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