Henry, Ralph, and me

We visited Author’s Ridge today in Concord and saw Thoreau’s and Emerson’s gravestones. They couldn’t be any different. Henry’s is a plain tiny stone that simply says “Henry” while Ralph’s is a large unpolished raw boulder of marble with an inset plaque. Each is quite appropriate and leads one to think great thoughts. And simple ones; please, my ashes are to be spread in Acadia: one-third in Frenchman Bay, one-third in Sargent Mountain Pond, and one-third at Otter Cliffs. Such thoughts for a Sunday. Amen.