After the requisite turkey for Easter, we thought to visit the cemetery where the boss's folks are resting.
However, just as we prepared to head that way, a ferocious storm sprang up. The wind rocked the car like a demented cradle and rain lashed and slashed.
We discussed getting our gallon of milk and some cherry vanilla ice cream and going home, but in the end we went anyhow.
The setting was quite fitting.....
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