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Brooklyn’s Greenwood Cemetery: It Right

Cat was giving us a tour of ‘s Greenwood Cemetery. I biked up to the entrance of the cemetery to where Cat and stood waiting. Julie up, looking aggressive and badass and Laura’s acquaintance, asked how she South Slope, since were both neighbors. Oh it’s great, except for the

But you are Yuppies, I said, and tried to it off, telling myself it was too to have made such an and condescending comment.

We walked in, I the bathroom and Matthew started and singing a fifties song. I the lyrics and washed my hands, that my tax dollars were put to the use of keeping our national historical bathroom clean.

The sun was bright and when it caught on the varicolored leaves. Maples, lindens, beeches, all resplendent greens and and a red thrown in, yellows and browns, the sunken marble gravestones. War history, the highest point in a statue waving to Lady I tried to take a photo of the Tower but it was too distant and once I was dissatisfied with photography for unable to represent reality in the I wanted it to.

On we walked. I led us toward Basquiat’s past obelisks, mausoleums Doric columns, pyramids, paths, over hills, I walked with Cat. She was of Matthew taking Julie from her.

I yelled at to come on, to follow me, and I think I a couple at a site, standing a car, and an old man at another site.

We saw a foot high obelisk the name Cummings on it. What’s the Julie asked. It’s a of fertility, I said. You know was the guy in charge, Cat said.

Or that was the guy who was an said Julie.

When we got to the of land where Basquiat was to be buried we couldn’t find it. was a bench where Cat and Julie sat Genna was coming with

I tried to find it, expecting to be an obelisk or a big headstone, some of marker to show that one of the 20th century’s most artists was buried here. I along the row of graves, didn’t see it.

I had to look it up on the internet and within seconds knew exactly it was. In the row of short headstones. A of artworks lay on the ground.

Pennies, scrawled on cardboard. Rather Here was this artist who lay next to someone’s gramma.

We to walk back. Already my were starting to get sore. We over ridges, trudging the … leaves that lay around graves in clusters and We were going to see Samuel grave but Genna was complaining she was hungry.

Oh, poor baby hungree? You should’ve eaten you had the chance, I snapped, and walked with Cat and Julie.

I held the map trying to determine we were in order to see Horace grave. Go west, young but no one knew who he was. We walked a more modern part of the where paths had been cut the hill and white stone erected to support the landscape

We came to Boss Tweed’s fenced in with copper to the rest of his family. Matthew and jumped in and I took a photo of with Matthew’s phone. I at how his apps were organized, on the first page, the next with most of them, and a few on the third page.

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I showed and Genna and we laughed. Matthew himself by saying that he to see his desktop. I paused. That sense.

I led them down Avenue, a sloping, serpentine shaded with oaks. We about how uncreepy Greenwood is of the high trees and its well-maintained Mr. Greeley had a copper bust on his with a granite ring the plot where his other members had been buried, the IV this very year.

We sat in pairs, Genna next to me, to my core.

We stood and walked the hill, down the road to the which glittered in the mid-afternoon Mausoleums built into the had tiny iron doors Matthew said would fit perfectly. Cat kept saying how she to live in one of them. But you wouldn’t wi-fi, Julie said.

Cat and were talking about with diabetes and I had to restrain from jumping into conversation. It sounded very Cat’s trying to understand the he had gone through, this who I assumed was Dom.

Around the we came to the gate where we see 5th avenue and 31st street. and I walked together up the road as Patrol drove past us Up, along a ridge that led to the Garden, past a real family, dark-haired, with a pudgy girl singing the leader and a grandma telling her to stay away from the unless he wanted to roll down to the bottom.

In the Japanese Garden, I stood on a and looked at the coy. Some vibrantly colored orange-and-black swimming through the clear, water, while the biggest one was white. Julie and Cat came to me and I told them that were the same as goldfish, it was the size of the tank that them from growing so

I walked ahead, urging and Laura on and out of the Garden. Sun fell the lawn in that lazy way it in early November during the of the afternoon: dull and sad. I lay and conscious of how lying in grass can you itch I held my head so my didn’t touch it and until came over to me when I into Downward Dog and stood, them past a couple of Russian ladies enjoying on a bench, and to the Neo-Gothic gate, copper gutters Matthew out.

Julie took her skateboard from the guy at the gate, who thanked her for him ollie and b-ollie. I was impressed how knowledgeable he was about skating. We out to where our bikes were and although Laura was unwilling to on the back of Genna’s bike, it was and we left her happy as we rolled on to our destination, deeper into the of my bosom-mother, Brooklyn .

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