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Once again I found myself near Trinity Church, deciding to pay another visit to Alexander Hamilton buried in their graveyard.
When I entered, a group of 15 or so people were in the midst of a tour. I hesitated, not wanting to intrude, but then thought, what would Alex do if he were me?
I knew immediately…step aside, step aside.
To be polite, I wouldn’t linger. I’d just place my stone I had in my pocket onto his grave, then take flight.
Quietly circling behind the group, I jumped over the chained fence surrounding the gravesite…left it alongside a few dimes and nickels, hoping for a smooth exit.
But when I turned they were all silently watching me, including their leader, so I simply said, “I just wanted Mr. Hamilton to know that I was here.”
Their collective smiles reassured that I hadn’t done any harm. If anything, now their eminent guide had more than money and the infamous duel to talk about; the sacred Hebrew custom of leaving a memento on a tomb or headstone, so the dearly departed knows they had a visitor.
