Yesterday Tara and I couldn't visit Mt. Greenwood Cemetery in Chicago, so we instead went to Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn. There we found a beautifully weathered gravestone that no longer bears traces of a name, a date, or anything else. Without much stretching of the imagination it felt like a very good site to reflect, honor Tom, and shove a note under the wobbly part of the stone. We feel sure the 19th-century chap wouldn't mind.
p.s. If any New Yorkers want to find this spot, let me know. It's a beautiful historic cemetery and a really nice, shady spot.
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