It was a sweltering 90 degrees as around 315 friends and relatives fought past barricades erected as far away as 72nd Street. Mourners had to brandish their invites to be allowed through and then walk seventeen blocks in the suffocating heat, past hundreds of onlookers lining the blocks. By contrast, the small church where Jackie’s service had been held, was dark and cool. Despite the number of Carolyn’s friends devastated by their loss, only a small number were invited, and there still wasn’t enough room for them all.
