as i was coming home the other day, driving down the lovely tree-lined road to my building, i passed the two lonely gravestones, the only ones left of the civil war cemetery.

to my shock, i saw that the only stone which still had legible writing on it, was broken in half and laying (or is it lying) on top of the other stone.

i know the property handymen cruise by everyday, circling the property, i see them drive by at least ten times a day...and should have seen it.

i am so deeply upset by this. how could a person defile something so old? something that's been there through two-three generations? how could they have so little respect?

today when i drove by i saw that someone had taken the two halves and placed them back in their proper position. but it's too little too late.

if we don't respect history, we can never better ourselves as human beings.

but I guess, that's the sad irony, eh? what we should respect, we don't, and what we shouldn't respect, we do.

i guess i'm a dying breed, i feel like it most of the time.

history is a wise professor, yet we continually skip class.

what goes around, comes around