Last summer I took all of Renée’s hats to Central Park. I walked around the Great Lawn, leaving a hat every few benches. I thought of leaving a note on each hat saying, “This belonged to somebody very cool who loved hats, although she hardly ever wore them after the day she bought them, don’t get me started, and she loved this park, although she only came here once, in 1992, and we heard some guy with a banjo playing ‘Take Me Home Country Roads’ and she laughed because this guy had no idea he was getting a chance to sing it for a
