How our lives change. Just a month ago, Judy and I left Nashville to meet our friends in Beaufort, SC. We spent Sunday night, March 1, in Waynesville, NC. We left early the next morning to continue our journey. We were eager to get there so we stopped only for gas and the necessary break. No photos on the way, except I couldn't resist when we passed the ruins of Sheldon Church, first built prior to the Revolutionary War. I was surprised to find the gate open as access to the grounds had been restricted due to vandalism. I have other photos, nearly 100, that I took on this brief stop that detail the structure and landscape. But I decided to share this one first because of the significant change in our world that has occurred in the past month. There are several massive mausoleums that hold the remains of the Bull family that were instrumental in the development of the area. I was caught by the signs of life in these monuments to death. I don't know what the future holds in these scary days. But I claim the signs of hope.