Not to be a downer, but my sister's and I need to bury my dad's ashes in the family burial plot at Gate of Heaven Cemetery this spring. It's the end of the line for that generation.
Haha, the drive from south Jersey up to NYC filled my nostrils with plenty of chemical odors I will never fully realize... this conversation is bringing back a bunch of buried memories Brian!
Jersey boy through and through I guess. Reminds me of my union days in NYC as the low man who had to get all the morning coffee break orders...eff that stuff now! It was a character building time of life then I guess.
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