This is the entrance to the Mexia Cemetery. I didn't put it up to be morbid. It's just another memory of the old days and the stories about couples going in there at night to park and talk. Or whatever. Not that I ever did, worse luck for me. There was one memorable night with most of the one-act play cast in John Black's old Chevy, when what was intended as a drive-through became a stall-out. That was a pretty funny experience.
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