Cemetery:

I was at the cemetery in Appleton last week (a side note, I was knocked out of the county spelling bee in fourth grade on cemetery, so I can always spell it now). We buried my grandmother next to my grandfather, his parents, his sister who died as a baby, and my uncle (their son) who died in Vietnam.

This plot is in the Irish part of the Appleton cemetery, and walking around afterwards, I saw graves for Dolan, O'Connor, Butler (a good Irish Protestant name), and of course McCarthy. Joe McCarthy's grave is about a quarter mile from my grandmother's near the river. In case you want to visit or something.

Afterwards, I started thinking that I likely never would go to Appleton again. Though I have some second cousins there, I had never met them until the funeral and can't really imagine going to visit them. And I can't really think of any reason to go there except family. It's an unexceptional midwestern town that looks like a suburb, so there's little enough to recommend it.

So that was good-bye not only to my grandmother but to a city.