Last Sunday Laura mentioned would be leaving for work early, to stop by the cemetery (to visit her parents's graves). That, unexpectedly, planted the idea in my head to go visit my father's grave. Today I left home early, and stopped by the Maimonides Cemetery in Elmont. I remembered that his grave is beyond Grant Avenue (the up and down streets have Biblical names, the cross streets names of US presidents.
As it turned out, my father's grave is beyond this intersection.