Gram convinced gramp to buy a summer cabin in Westerlo, NY.
Then Gram took my dad and his brothers up there for the summer.
In August, she sent Gramp a telegram - "NJ Stinks. Sell the store. Not coming back."
So my dad grew up on a dairy farm in NY...
LOL.
The place ain't improved much. NJ, I mean.
Haha, good story.