we pulled into Loreto on the eve of Day of the Dead.  Everyone was dressing peoples graves with flowers and mementos. 
Two girls in the yard introduced me, "These are my grandparents."   I have been alive many years and I've known many people who have
passed, and I am ashamed to admit I have never visited someone's grave.  I think we need this holiday to move north. 










































i'll be as true as true can be, if you'll come and stay with me