Old Ben was out by the Poulsbo cemetery cutting back the overgrown grass outside of the wrought iron barrier fence. The town cemetery wasn't big. Plenty of room for its residents. Plenty more room for any new appointees to the site. Poulsbo is a small town. I liked seeing Ben out there. He didn't like power tools much and he was swinging his scythe back and forth, taking down the rushes in sweeping arcs as he walked his way down along the fence.