Back To The Graveyard ... For The Last Time

Back To The Graveyard ... For The Last Time

They say all good things must end ... even if we don't want them to. See what I mean as I take my annual Ohio State-Michigan Week pilgrimage and then finish off with OSU-Michigan Tidbits, This Week In College Football History, news and notes from Around The Country and the Fearless Forecast.

Some years, I tell myself that I don't need to go. Driving past a house where strangers live and then chasing ghosts in a graveyard … Well, that doesn't seem to be the best use of one's time. Yet I always seem to find myself performing the same ritual each year about this time.

This year, I looked forward to it more than any other. I didn't know why until later, after I had driven past the small little white house on Cardiff Road and large concrete expanse of Ohio Stadium. It was uncharacteristically warm for late November in Columbus, and I rolled my car window down as I made my way up Olentangy River Road and turned left into Union Cemetery.

Dusk had fallen and a cool breeze had coupled with the warmth of the day to create a thin layer of fog near the ground. I slowed down just as I passed the entrance of the cemetery as a caretaker waved at me. "Don't be too long," he shouted. "We're closing soon."

I nodded and waved, then made my way up the small hill and turned left toward Section 12. And there, tucked into a corner between several others beneath a rustling pine tree was the familiar black granite marker at Lot 37, Space 4.

I got out of my car and approached the headstone, always decorated this time of year with mementoes that passersby have left. This time, there were buckeyes and small figurine of Brutus as well as a book of the collected works of Emerson. The pages fluttered in the breeze as I heard a voice behind me.

"You again?"

Read the rest by clicking on this link: Rea's Say Blog: Nov. 23.

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