Protected, their faces half concealed by a large, black umbrella, three people stood under a streetlight, outside the massive and iron Abrahamic Gate, which safeguarded Hillfellow Cemetery. As I parked under a hearty-sized oak, a tree that was no younger than a century, I spotted Amber English, otherwise known as Nerdy Girl. Dressed in a long, canvas looking skirt, saddle shoes, and a frumpy blouse from Montgomery Ward in 1972, shivering, she held her phone in both hands, inches away from her chin. To her right stood Hatch Daily, his legs snug in denim, his chest barely able to breathe in a tight T-shirt, and what looked like a denim jacket with its cuffs rolled up twice. To his right stood a stranger to me who resembled Noah from the Bible: ancient, wrinkled, white beard, perhaps more ske
