tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180214205361596444.post4702686833196957701..comments2023-06-18T06:22:32.696-05:00Comments on A Chicago Sojourn: Graceland CemeteryRobert Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11639365590964995479noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180214205361596444.post-27061231749119234732008-02-20T20:42:00.000-06:002008-02-20T20:42:00.000-06:00I've made the pilgrimage to Mr. Nickel's resting p...I've made the pilgrimage to Mr. Nickel's resting place several times, and felt moved every time.Robert Powershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11639365590964995479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180214205361596444.post-11470638032701675092008-02-20T03:28:00.000-06:002008-02-20T03:28:00.000-06:00That didn't read as intended. If only modern life ...That didn't read as intended. If only modern life came with a complimentary copyeditor to cope with the vicissitudes of online context loss. <BR/><BR/>What I wanted to say: <BR/><BR/>Visiting Nickel's grave gives cold perspective to the goals and dreams of those of us who hope to, in some way, prevent wanton demolition of the built environment. That our lives are lives like any other, subject to risks and open to devastating loss. That every time we enter another abandoned husk we are that much more grateful to exit alive.Serhiihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13300100058228196316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180214205361596444.post-82993862700317932442008-02-20T02:39:00.000-06:002008-02-20T02:39:00.000-06:00Did you visit Richard Nickel's grave?Did you visit Richard Nickel's grave?Serhiihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13300100058228196316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180214205361596444.post-10740125402488316752008-02-18T17:41:00.000-06:002008-02-18T17:41:00.000-06:00I lived about a block and a half north of the nort...I lived about a block and a half north of the north wall for a couple of years, but it was nearly a mile from my house to the entrance. <BR/><BR/>Once upon a time in my very early 20s I was walking around the northern end of the cemetery when a powder-blue station wagon driven by a little old lady came flying around the lake, took out a small tree, and came within a couple of feet of the Getty Tomb (and not all that far from me either) before coming to rest against another tree... The driver had apparently confused the brake and the acceleration. That was scary. (The two geriatric ladies seemed to be OK.)Lynn Jossehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04440678703221675979noreply@blogger.com