I gave Katy's parents a much needed rest and met up with my extended family in New York.
First, I met up with Cameron and Evan in Penn Station and planned to pull an all-nighter as they had a 7AM flight to catch.
Falling asleep on the train, getting lost in the rain, I stumbled into Aunt Betty's and slept off the night. I spent the week switching between Uncle Chuck's and Aunt Betty's until Katy came in on the ferry at Port Jefferson on the back stretch of the trip.
A short stint in New York landed Chuck and I in Brooklyn and Queens, we drove through the Polish and Irish ghettos to see the places where my Pops, his brothers, and my grandparents grew up. The detour was littered with stories of NY childhood shananigans and stupidity. I now have all types of dirt on everyone in the family. You should all be ashamed of yourselves.
This is grandma and grandpa's first house together. Uncle Chuck ran out in the middle of the street and got hit by an 18-wheeler. Idiot.
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