In true Patty fashion, the gals and I went to the cemetery.
I toted my sisters, my kid and a gaggle of rusted, good for nothing tools to groom, grave stones in Detroit.
Now mind you, this cemetery is swanky, it houses car makers, prominent inventors, and dad.
We listened to "Frank' on my phone and cursed the ground beneath us.
Mom was settled .
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