At the San Francisco National Cemetery

Might be time to ask the question, who's right and who's wrong--and then do away with both the question and the answer.

A fine day makes differences easier to see.

The men were away at war and then they came home to be buired and sometimes their wives would be buried beside them. Then the women too went to war.

A recent reading of "King Lear" pretty well destroys the notion of either one of the sexes being the superior form of the species.

Walking through the damp respectful grass of the graveyard on a late morning of a September day, one can feel how heavy it is to be another human being and makes sure to dress in black for the occasion. 

The sleep of the soldiers takes a forced march. Heavy losses are sustained.

At the San Francisco National Cemetery in the Presidio, 30,000 Americans are laid to rest, including Civil War generals, Medal of Honor recipients, Buffalo soldiers, and a Union spy.

"A photograph is death at work", the poet Richard Hugo wrote. And each death takes us as far as the eye can see.