I took a long walk this morning to clear my head and get my lungs and feet moving again. I went up Southport to Graceland Cemetery-It wasn't open yet so I took the walk around the outside perimeter and by the time I made it back to the entrance I was able to walk in. I tipped my hat to the security guard sitting in his car. He gave me a hard glance. I was a new face and it was his job to be suspicious of newcomers. I've lived on Southport almost thirty years, and most of that time I never realized I had ancestors buried there. I know of two, and I've found one of those two graves. It is unmarked, and when I find the other I want to reach out to the far flung members of my family to try to get some stones placed there.. to try to get stones placed there.