After I rescued the dogs from their private hell (with the crazy lady) I stopped at the cemetery in Saranac. I drive past it every day. There's this monument to the Civil War dead, this soldier standing high above the crowd. My mother once pointed out to me that he leaned backward at a pretty severe angle. This time when I checked on him I remembered that the town plunked some money into straightening him out. rats, I liked his ability to keep his balance while getting ready to do a backbend. Or do the limbo. Or just stand out in a crowd.
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