On a recent five-star November afternoon, I decided to visit Trinity Church Cemetery in northern Harlem. Starting at the plateau on Amsterdam Avenue and 154th Street, I followed the winding paths down through a kaleidoscope of autumn leaves and crumbling crypts, which, glowing in the western sun, appeared almost transitory. As one tends to do in cemeteries, I contemplated the end of all things. Lately, I had heard murmurs about “the death” of the internet, and though inclined to dismiss such speculation as a form of insipid nostalgia that often clings to any recollection of the past—and really, what is the internet if not an infinite collection of memories?—I [...]
"If I had the money I spent on drugs and alcohol, I would buy this building, remodel it, and then take everyone here on a cruise," Senior Pastor Carrie McEachern told her congregation of about a dozen. Sometimes she shouts so loud that the PA system becomes redundant. "I enjoy that cocaine that goes up my nose, but the Devil doesn't talk about the consequences!" she said.
McEachern is a small woman with a large presence. That day she wore a navy-blue dress with matching blazer and a black bob wig somewhat in the style of Supremes-era Diana Ross. During worship music, McEachern bangs a tambourine against her hip. [...]