My Mom just sent me a box of old photos, and I came across this one of my nephew, Cody, and my Dad walking just across the river from New York City.

Cody is 18 now.

I think “Poppa,” (as Cody called him) is floating somewhere above us, playing his trumpet and having a nice scotch on the rocks.

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