Break on through

Continuing my October graveyard tour, our next stop is Jim Morrison's grave. Being an American who grew up in the 1960s and 1970s, I couldn't go all the way to Paris and NOT visit the poet's corner of rock 'n' roll heaven. It's a pretty modest affair, perhaps befitting the Navy brat, born in Melbourne, Fla., to George and Clara Morrison. His dad would go on to become an Admiral and command forces at the Gulf of Tonkin in 1964. Jim, of course, would command an army of another sort. The inscription on his tombstone: KATA TON DAIMONA EAYTOY, means True to His Own Spirit.

The good stuff:

Free refills

Wild honey, dripping through cheesecloth

Waffles and sausage

Herb gardens

Old couples, holding hands

Coffee talk

Watering cans

Gardening gloves

Standing ovations

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