I only snapped one other photo in the cemetery yesterday and it was this one. I drove by this man as I was leaving, and found him and his situation so intriguing that I turned around and went back and asked to take his photo.

He was a bit guarded (no pun intended!) and suggested I come back at 2pm (two and half hours later) for something they were doing in regards to General Sherman, a Union Army general buried there. It would make a better photo.

I asked him again if I could take his photo now and he hesitantly agreed.  His name was Randy.  I introduced myself, thanked him, and said good day.  At 2pm, I was in the grocery store buying yogurt while General Sherman was being celebrated with cannons. Ah, the lives we lead today.