I call this the Edward Gory Cemetery because of the way it feels – like something out of one of his creepy black and white sketches. Because even on a sunny day the place feels monochromatic, stark, mysterious. Sure it’s butt up against Grand avenue and a deserted car lot. Sure it’s easy to miss when you’re zooming thru Waukegan. Sure it looks like it’s in the middle of all that crowded traffic mess and you can’t have any privacy. Sure it’s relatively small compared to some of the Chicago graveyard giants like Rosehill and Graceland. But potent things come in small packages… like arsenic, cyanide and gunpowder. And once inside the place… voila…like magic, the ambience takes over. Deserted, eerie and dark. Lonely and deep. So very deep. The perfect place to contemplate your fears, your life, your reason for being here… The car lot adjacent to it used to be the resting spot of a mausoleum but the town tore it down for the now empty car dealership. Maybe if you’re sensitive you’ll feel the anger and unrest. Or maybe I’m just trying to get you to imagine things and have a more interesting experience. You’ll never know for sure. Unholy dreams, my fabulous gravestomping freaks!
