I like cemeteries, especially the old ones.  They're time machines, filled with artwork and stories. I'm as  curious about the people who carved grave monuments as  I am about those who lie beneath and around them. On a recent sunny Saturday,  I got a chance to ride through Spring Forest Cemetery, off Mygatt Street in Binghamton.   One stone read "Died at Age 70" with a death date of 1845.  That meant she -- it was the grave of a woman --  was born  in 1775, one...
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