The other day I stopped for a dip cone at P.J.’s on Route 6 in Wellfleet. As is my habit, I took the cone and walked across the road up into the Duck Creek Cemetery, the old Congregational graveyard where most of the headstones are from the late 18 th and early 19 th centuries. I’m never sure whether the cone is the excuse for walking into the cemetery or the cemetery is the excuse for buying a cone, but it always seems a nice combination. As I walked through uncut stands of dandelions, their