tell Dolly I’d like her to see Mount Auburn Cemetery. This is New England’s oldest garden cemetery. I do want to show Dolly the place, which is one of the most beautiful places in greater Boston, the sort of place where you can feel the cycles and patterns of the seasons all contained in something deep and true and enduring. But in truth, I absolutely must go to the cemetery today because if I have another conversation with one of my neighbors, I will die. I must take my gregarious sister
