In which Bob and I visit a couple of cemeteries.
		
		In which Bob and I visit a couple of cemeteries.
		In which Bob and I visit his cousins in one of his childhood haunts.
		A letter to my grandmother about the day I learned some of her secrets.
		A coming home to an island that helped shaped my world view sixty years ago.
		My father rode down King Street for the last time just before noon on Saturday, May 27.