Today is a perfect day to roll out this new song by The Decemberists. It won’t be good for long as temperatures will plunge tonight by 50 degrees F from a high today of 72F/22C to 22F/-5.5C by tomorrow morning. But for the moment, as I type, my windows are open, and I just listened to this song that makes me recall the Beach Boys on a summer day.
What a pleasant new song release in February by The Decemberists that makes me think of June, while it feels like summer on this winter day. Ugh, I’m climately confused. Anyway, I especially like the addition of the jazzy trumpet coming in at the 2:40 mark.
In addition, this song has some importance to me politically and personally. No, I don’t wish Trump would find his way down into some burial ground, and yes, I lie sometimes. No, I am not thinking of my own death more often these days, and yes again, I lie sometimes. Read on because I’m dying to tell you more.
Our local township board on which I serve, voted unanimously to disband the cemetery board. The cemetery board was a sub-board of our township board. Too many layers of government you say? Pffft! This vote sent shock waves through absolutely nobody and nothing anywhere. It does mean that I will become more involved in what goes on with our 6 township cemeteries that I need to visit in person as the weather warms. I can dig that.
I was recently speaking with the cemetery supervisor, a grave man who is not one to dish any dirt. He did explain to me how they unfreeze the ground the night before a winter burial. They have what amounts to the top half of a giant gas grill literally cooking the ground beneath it all night. I suggested throwing some ribs on top to kill two birds with one stone.
Well, I am looking forward to visiting all 6 cemeteries in our township. I now have the appropriate song to listen to as I do.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 