This is my Cousin Bobby, leaning on the gravestone of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Upon the occasion of his visit (the first time I’d seen him in decades), we’d taken a stroll to Mt. Auburn Cemetery -- one of America’s first “garden cemeteries” and not far from my house -- and I learned that Bobby shared my enthusiasm for memorial parks such as these. I spend an inordinate amount of time in them when I travel. In France, Mexico, New Orleans, you name it. I’m not sure Bobby is as into this activity as I am, but if not, that’s probably to his credit.