A Tactic For Preservation Of Open Space   I first heard about Bluestem Conservation Cemetery at the memorial service of my friend, Akalema Pherribo. He was the second person to be buried there.   I assumed that he would retire in a couple of years, as he had 18 years of bus driving under his belt. We would continue to ride bikes on the American Tobacco Trail and eat at the local mexican restaurant.   Unfortunately he died suddenly, of a blood disorder; I spend time with him because I've become a volunteer at the 87 acre grassland/forest. I'm part of a big crew of folks, building trails, clearing invasive species like the Tree of Heaven.   Every work session I visit his grave and think of Akalema stories. I remember the very first conversation we had, when he was a brand spanking new driver, on standby.   New drivers get that assignment: they sit and wait for someone to call in sick, then drive that route. Or they do a switch-out, bring a healthy bus to a broken down bus.   My bus had an issue of some sort. I'm waiting for the switch-out. I hear a bus pull up behind me; then a big loud voice sings out the theme to the cartoon Mighty Mouse,"Here I am to save the day!"   That was how Akalema introduced himself to me. He brought me back to the carefree days of saturday morning cartoons; he wanted me to remember him for that wild insertion of MIRTH into a normal hum drum day.    Here's a tiny bit:<a href="https://www.bluestemcemetery.org/one_familys_story.html" target="_blank">https://www.bluestemcemetery.org/one_familys_story.html</a>bee word: tactic

A Tactic For Preservation Of Open Space   I first heard about Bluestem Conservation Cemetery at the memorial service of my friend, Akalema Pherribo. He was the second person to be buried there.   I assumed that he would retire in a couple of years, as he had 18 years of bus driving under his belt. We would continue to ride bikes on the American Tobacco Trail and eat at the local mexican restaurant.   Unfortunately he died suddenly, of a blood disorder; I spend time with him because I've become a volunteer at the 87 acre grassland/forest. I'm part of a big crew of folks, building trails, clearing invasive species like the Tree of Heaven.   Every work session I visit his grave and think of Akalema stories. I remember the very first conversation we had, when he was a brand spanking new driver, on standby.   New drivers get that assignment: they sit and wait for someone to call in sick, then drive that route. Or they do a switch-out, bring a healthy bus to a broken down bus.   My bus had an issue of some sort. I'm waiting for the switch-out. I hear a bus pull up behind me; then a big loud voice sings out the theme to the cartoon Mighty Mouse,"Here I am to save the day!"   That was how Akalema introduced himself to me. He brought me back to the carefree days of saturday morning cartoons; he wanted me to remember him for that wild insertion of MIRTH into a normal hum drum day.    Here's a tiny bit:<a href="https://www.bluestemcemetery.org/one_familys_story.html" target="_blank">https://www.bluestemcemetery.org/one_familys_story.html</a>bee word: tactic

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