Yesterday I said goodbye to an old friend with whom I played in a Chicago-style band 35 years ago. He had touched many people’s lives since then, as evidenced by the 250-300 people in attendance at his memorial service. There was no burial, as his family could not afford it, so he was cremated. He was a very talented and versatile musician, and could play almost any instrument. He was especially good on the guitar, trumpet, and drums. He almost always went by his nickname: Bopper.
I have no photos of my friend to share, but I’ll start by showing some views of the cemetery in Zermatt, Switzerland, near the Matterhorn.
Zermatt Cemetery
Following are assorted scenes from Zermatt
Matterhorn over the meadow
Classic Swiss dwelling
Parade day
 
A Swiss toilet. Jokes come to mind, but they’re full of holes.
