Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I worked nine summers at Evergreen Cemetery. My first day working there found me manning a weed-whacker with buddy Tom and trimming the grass around gravestones. Whatever I started with on that first day usually found me doing all summer long. Trimming stones, pushing a hand mower, digging graves, driving a riding mower and cleaning stones were a few of my jobs. The best was cleaning gravestones, because old buddy Ray and I would spend a lot of 'down time' with foreman Herb. My last few years there found me riding the dirt roads, checking on the crews and just shooting the crap about life with Herb. He had a wicked dry sense of humor and all kinds of stories. Some were about his experiences in WW II, while others centered around his family life- trips to Barnacle Billy's and Ken's for clams or retelling me his favorite parts of that latest Pink Panther movie. I was saddened to hear of his passing this past Sunday. Some people you can never forget.