Deatherly Hills

Woodlawn has a very large and for the most part very glamorous cemetery where famous bodies are shelved in elaborate monuments..some as big as  houses. In fact that's what the place feels like..a vast sleepy suburb, immaculately tended, quiet and peaceful. But you were waiting for a ghostly paper boy to come whistling past to fling a copy of "The Other Side" against every portico. Here is a selection of views I took before the chilly drizzle sent me back to the station.

William Ziegler, the baking soda king. Never to rise again.

Here is one just ready for my gristly old carcass

Here is the Woolworth terminus

Give me a cardboard box and a the sound of a crone shrieking..   " Into the oven with 'er! "