[Publius]

In my horseback riding days (1987-92) I once went on a trail ride with a group of people through the abandoned coal mining town of Franklin in King County, Washington. The town is long gone, but at one point we rode through a grove of trees that were punctuated with lumps of white stone.

A closer look showed that we were riding through Franklin's cemetery. The forest had completely overgrown the graveyard, leaving little lumps of headstone sitting by trees. The names on the stones were Italian, and a huge number of them died in 1910 from cholera. It must have been a hard life.

[Fester Chugabrew]

Not a single one of them had the slightest inkling of FReeper life. They may have been more content than we. Who knows?