To be completely honest, I have been itching to walk a cemetery all week since Veterans day and more that yesterday was Friday the 13th...I like the slight fear that creeps through me as I pay respects to fallen soldiers and their families, its eerily calming. What an honor it was to not only to pay my respects to lost Veterans from World Wars 1 and 2, Korea, and Vietnam with acorns atop their graves, my heart broke when I saw a stone for a baby girl not even a year old so I placed several rocks atop Holly's...that was her name...my great grandmother's maiden name was Holly, this made me think of her. After my walk in the cemetery, I found myself by the Priff School and went right on into the Pickin' Shed where I listened to some amazing country and bluegrass musicians one of which I noticed was a World War 2 Veteran, what an honor it was to watch him play the harmonica! Before I left to come home, I thanked him for his service and told him happy belated Veterans Day. Asked for a photo with him, I was nervous the entire time I talked with him as you can probably tell by the photo so much I didn't think to ask his name or give mine...glad I got to meet a world war 2 hero though.