It’s funny how a place that is filled with death, can be abundant with life. I thought as I walked into the Butcher’s Shoppe. Four old men, stood behind the counter, joking around as if they were 20, again. “What can I get you, hon?” I smiled widely. As he got my ground chuck, I looked at the pictures that covered the walls. Generations of sons, daughters, aunts, and uncles gazed down upon them lovingly.