East of New Haven

you see so many graveyards around these little towns— out in the open spaces & places. i guess big cities have not enough space for the living, let alone the dead. there is so much water here and back home in chicago we would call them rocks, lying all on the ground(s) lots of rocks around/but you would call them stones here. see how much smoother the world is. the farther east we go the more frequent are the stops at rich small quaint towns and the more frequent are the admonitions to “watch one’s ticket on the rack above the seat or to be very sure to take it with you if you leave your seat!” apparently, the very wealthy, steal. as i ride the train watching the many white students eating out of brown paper sacks, saving their now money so that they can be the very wealthy later on, also.