"I’ve seen so many opened chickens I could open a Kentucky Fried."

Ronnie Hurwitz is about five-foot-six and stocky, considers shorts and a Jeff Lebowski T-shirt the height of formality, and his frequent laugh is tinged with a Long Island accent that belies the fact he has lived in South Florida for four decades.

The 57-year-old has been the self-appointed and unpaid guardian and historian of the Miami Cemetery for, he says, more than 30 years. He comes four or five times each week to clean up and do general maintenance for the plots. He’s seen it all, from spookily toppled headstones to something he calls “the Voodoo tree,” a spot near the southwest corner that seems to be favored by practitioners of Santeria.

Read more at the Miami Herald.