I found it unusual that even people headed from the opposite direction in rural Indiana stopped and got out of their cars, and doffed their hats as the funeral procession went by. I grew up on Chicago’s southside, a mile east of cemetery row, a belt that stretches for several mile north to south packed with cemetery’s. The funeral was in a small town about 45 minutes west of Indianapolis.
My partner and I went to a funeral for her uncle.
