The Invisible Hand

We moved into our flat on Tuesday! And one of the interns decided to go home. Anyway, three of us are living in the flat, but there's only one set of working keys, which creates some coordinating problems. Last night Emily went out, so Amy and I couldn't leave the house until she got back. During the long wait we found out that Adam Smith's gravesite is only a few blocks away from our flat. When Emily finally got home (she was out with a bunch of drunk people- people around here really like to drink), it was dark and late, but we still wanted to go to Adam Smith's gravesite. So we went to this old cemetary; it was built in 1188. (My Mom would have loved it. She loves cemetaries.) It was very surreal. There was a full moon and though we were in the middle of the city, the cemetary was very dark, empty, and quiet. Unfortunately, it was so dark that we could hardly read the headstones and we weren't able to find Adam Smith among the hundreds of other inhabitants.