Y’all (The Gravedigger)

April 21, 2009

Y’all (The Gravedigger)

Way back in the wayback days, 1970, 1971, or so, the man was out there every night. At least, he was there every night we drove out, parked the car on the shoulder, and watched at a distance. Way off in the field, digging, digging, digging, in an unalterable rhythm. None of us had the courage to step out of the car and walk into that field, and we never ever went out there in daylight.

posted by Sheila Ryan in memory, non-anecdotes, urban legends, vehicles | * | 1 comment

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Sheila Ryan on April 21st, 2009 at 9:54 am

I now see two films: one, the feature-length horror film — teenagers, cars, “The Gravedigger”; the other, a short, evocative film shot from the point of view of the gravedigger who dies gazing up at the clouds in the night sky. I think maybe we need to hire Tracy Hinshaw for the second one.

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