I had a great weekend. The Braves win. The fireworks remind me of my dad. Lil' E and I discuss "diggers" after breakfast. Some people visit the cemetery, stand by the markers, and remember their loved ones. I don't. My dad died in 2017 and I've only been by his grave once. It's not just my dad. I've been that way about all of my loved ones who have passed away. For whatever reason I don't feel the same connection with friends and family that others do in cemeteries.  Maybe it's because of all of the funerals I've done in 30 years of ministry. I don't know. But a cemetery seems more like a marker to me than a memory. A marker is like a card catalog in a library - it's just the record, not the book.  I had rather drive by Mamaw's house. There my mind is flooded with memories. The grave of Ernie Carver means very little to me, but seeing an El Camino on the road, passing through Huntsville, or listening to Dawes makes me remember one...