They say that a grave site is a plot that has no ending. I make an effort to go visit Dad’s when the time permits. The cemetery closes the gates in mid-afternoon to avoid dealing with society’s losers lurking around the area. It is about two miles east on Roosevelt Road in the Western suburbs of Chicago from a client of mine. I try to combine business with sorrow.
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