OT: Re: Cementary...now Cemetary...now Cemetery (I hope)

My father was a tombstone (monument) dealer and as a child laborer, I
discovered that CEMETERY is a hard word to spell. Now I run a
PHARMACY--so I get to see another word frequently misspelled.

My favorite cemetery story--which goes right along with an earlier
thread on "rescuing" plants follows:

My friend, Alice, is a right stout Bohemian lady, with red-spiked hair
and lots of tatoos, most of which were visable. She used to take her
dogs for walks in the cemetery. One day she came by the house after one
of her walks. There had been a funeral earlier that day and she had
helped herself to a few carnations and roses from the sprays of flowers
on the grave. I was mortified. For some reason, which I suspect lies
between  her upbringing and too much chemically-induced mind alteration,
she did not understand the crime. She felt that the flowers should be
enjoyed and would never be missed.

I tried to explain to her that her actions were reprehensible. Finally,
I said, "Alice, taking (stealing) flowers from a grave is more serious
than having sex on the hood of your car parked on the square at high
noon." It finally clicked--and she stopped doing it--stealing flowers,
that is.

R. Dennis Hager
on Delmarva
where it feels like the weeds may win this year, even in the cemetery.
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