On a southeast corner hillside in Woodland Cemetery, just opposite the backside of Governor Cox’s tomb, an elderly gentleman sits in a lawn chair near a grave. A boombox, or whatever they call them these days, is playing music.  
I’ve seen this gentleman in the same spot for several years on Saturday mornings.

 In some ways it’s sad, but many other ways it’s a beautiful testament to time and life shared with someone he dearly loved.