January 7th, 2003, 7:12 pm
My apartment used to overlook the Hamilton grave until I had to move after 9/11. One weekend I remember seeing these three odd-looking guys go up to the gravesite. They spent about an hour performing some really odd ritual, waving their arms around and that kind of thing. It had a very occult feeling to it (especially because these dudes had the guts to look like complete wackos in broad daylight on Sunday morning, surrounded by lots of people doing more ordinary things). It was unusual enough (i.e. beyond some of the things I've seen in Manhattan) that I still remember it quite clearly.