"You'd think there was nothing there but empty wooden houses on stilts and everything is quiet except for the blaring music coming from one brightly painted house."
"As the bus comes swooping over to the curb and to a screeching halt everyone scrambles to guess where the door will come to a stop and then the pushing and prying begins."
What honor does it give someone if we write a book about them but nobody reads it, what difference does it make if we give someone an honorary burial but no one is present to witness it?