Studiosus Faustus

Yesterday in Mt. Tabor Park, Portland, Oregon I saw two people--a man and a woman--having intimate conversation in sign language while looking directly into each other's eyes.

I was tempted to report this indecency to the Park Ranger--their action was clearly in that uncomfortable territory between creative non-fiction and imaginative journalism, and there were children nearby--but let it slide.

Besides, there were much better things to think about! The human tendency to gravitate toward graveyards, for instance.

So I flew down the mountain to Lone Fir Cemetary on 26th and Stark to see what I'd been missing.

Peace and Quiet, shade, a respect for other people's privacy, a statue to the Union dead the crows protect. Nobody doing what they oughtn't to.