The tiny cat has pulled all her butt-hair out again and has taken up living on this pizza box. It’s funny, but I feel terrible for her.
I’m just saying, Nashville, that this should be a tourist attraction. Also, we saw a black dog at the entrance to the prison. She had a puppy, so I don’t think she was a hellhound, but one never knows.
A full grave at Jordonia Station.
And an empty one, waiting.
And an angel at the entrance.
It seems like there should be more cemeteries up here on the north side, but I have not found them.