“It looks so peaceful,” wife Beverly remarked one cloudy afternoon this week when we trundled from the end of a lane leading into Humboldt’s Mount Hope Cemetery.
A few minutes earlier Beverly asked to take a drive, she having been self-quarantined in the house for several days. My usual inclination for an outing is to head to the river. Humboldt doesn’t have many scenic drives, and the frothing waters of the Neosho are about as picturesque as it gets on short notice.
As we drove deeper into the 40-acre cemetery we reasoned it was a good time to take a look…
