When Nature Calls
My Memorial Day: I drank too much coffee in the morning. Later on, while traipsing through the cemetery with my relatives (who were tending some graves), I suddenly had to "go to the bathroom." A problem. Final resting places don't have rest rooms. My father then reminded me of an old saying: "All the world is a man's urinal." Well. I availed myself of the thick underbrush just outside of the graveyard. That wasn't how I intended to pay my respects, but the living must take precedence and all that. I snapped some pictures, too.
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