L. walked those lobster rolls all the way from Red Hook and then I spazzed on the sign at the entrance that prohibited food. Cf. my fear of the law. L. proposed a compromise: we’d eat inside the tree at the edge of the grounds. But the inside of trees is scary to me. Cue totally boring wuss-out. We ended up eating very amazing lobster rolls at the bus stop. And then we spent a couple hours exploring all around Green-Wood cemetary, saw maybe five living people total. It would have been a fine place for lunch.