near new york but november of new york and a real small town and there is way the market to do your schapping, the a & p, a drug store, cleaners. my mom would take us onary rands and the trades men loved her because she was funny. we would good to market and they would be behind the counter slicing back lone in and say, how are you doing, mar? just shitty, ray. we are allowed to say that onan' inclines -- c-span in i apologize. everybody would -- so she was funny and there was nothing she wouldn't make fun of. nothing. and i will give you an example that -- well-maybe even sound shocking but it was a true story. when my dad died, we were devastated, obviously. no-more so than my mom. we had -- there was a service for him but we had him cremated and he wad his urn and just my brothers, my sister and my mom and i took the urn to the cemetery to bury my dad. so, it was raining and it was a sad day, we're all weeping.. we go there and they've got a little hole dug. so we go out there, the four of us, and -- the five of us, and put my dad in his urn in and cover it up and stay some stuff and hug e