As a kid, I used to visit my grandmother at the cemetery once a month. I would put flowers in a vase, sit for exactly twenty five minutes and have a sandwich and a Dr. Pepper. One Sunday, a peacock approached me inside the mausoleum. He pranced right up to my face, looked into my eyes and said, “If you really cared, you’d bring another sandwich.” He then walked away in disgust. The next time I visited, I brought a second sandwich.