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Napa Cemetary
Sept. 12, 2004

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After ice cream, we drove across the river and up to the cemetary, the family plot with its sad little markers for children who never got to grow up and for grandparents who lived many decades. Up on the hill is our family crypt, where behind a rusty, locked gate, two small chairs stand next to a tiny table -- a cozy nook, perhaps, for spirits to settle into, long after dark, and play a game of gin.