One of the delights of being among the living is visiting and honoring the dead at a peaceful cemetery on a gorgeous fall day. This November first I drove up to Historic Sylvester Cemetery to visit Fiddlin’ John Carson’s grave. While his grave was a bit garrish (who would expect any less though?), the rest of the cemetery was a dance of light among the trees and the cool fall air. The cemetery is surrounded by tall old hardwoods, interspersed with young magnolias. Moss grows on the old headstones. It is a place to close your eyes and listen, feel the sun on your face. Let peace into your heart.