On a cold clear Sunday afternoon in Seattle, I had the day free. The guidebook said that Bruce Lee's grave was in a cemetery not too far from my hotel downtown. It was about two miles to the Northeast in a quiet, older residential area called Capitol Hill. At the cemetery I drove in the front gate, hoping to see a sign that would tell me where the grave was. No sign. I drove back to the gate. Across the street, I could see the cemetery office and it looked closed. As I had driven back to the gate, an old and slightly beat-to-death Honda with three 20-year-olds had passed me going in. "This is not a car here to visit relatives" I thought and turned my rental car around. I followed them up the hill and at the top, there was a small group of people standing in front of two monuments. I got out of the car and...




...the cemetery stretched out before me, back down to the gate. "Quite a setting, worthy of a hero," I thought. I was looking northeast and could see Lake Washington and the Cascades. I walked down to the grave site to...




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