Graveyard

  When I was a student at PC, I loved to go to the movies in downtown Clinton.  It started out being 25 cents to get in, and then they caused some consternation when they went up to 35 cents.  Even so, I went to almost every movie that came to town.  We were starved for entertainment, and going to the movies was about it.  The theater would usually only show the movies at night.

 After the movie, I would walk back to the dorm.  It wasn't very far, maybe a couple of miles.  Along the way back, I would get the urge that I had to pee.  So, I would walk by the First Presbyterian Church's graveyard and find a dark spot to relieve myself.  I suppose some would take offense of me going in a graveyard, but it was pretty much the only option.  On one occasion, there was a woman in her kitchen who saw me from her window.  She looked pretty angry and called the police.  I heard the sirens, so I quickly zipped up and ran away.  

 I learned two lessons that night.  One was to look out for a woman looking through a window at me.  The second was important later in life, when I became homeless, and that was to hide when going.  Going behind dumpsters were especially good.  If only I could find a dumpster in Clinton at night...