Marvin was as close as I’ve come to a dazzling urbanite, which I define as:
- Preferring to live in NYC without a car
- Exhibiting great joy from NYC's gastronomical pleasures – Zabar's, Chinatown, a bagel & a shmear.
- Attending opening night at the MET wearing a Tux and white satin scarf – and pulling it off!
He was a character in the best sense of the word. Tall and lanky – the body of a NY Jewish Basketball player from the 50s, married to my cousin Gaye (who was 15 yrs. his junior (she was barely legal when they met - how do guys pull that off!) they were Marvin Gaye. With their ceremony on top of the Southgate Hotel, across from the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 5th and 81st, my image of them is their rooftop wedding picture, above the city, Marvin in his tux.
A testament to Marvin the man, vs. Marvin the dazzling urbanite, was that both of his wives (Amy and Gaye) attended and spoke at his graveside funeral, as did Jeffrey (son/clone) and business associate Elisa. They all painted eloquent pictures in fine detail, of a man I described above in broad brushstrokes. It was a terribly beautiful service.
A classic - 15 minutes after walking into the grief and stricken house, Aunt Marilyn gave me and Fran-Ellen a tour of it.
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