A memory which has lasted, and never dimmed in almost 60 years, is of the bus trips my Aunt Clara would take me on to Olympic Park & the boardwalk at Asbury Park, both in NJ. Clara loved the games of chance and she'd wow me with her lucky wins. One time she won a whole box of dishes and we laughed and laughed as we carried this carton of HEAVY dishes at least a half a mile to the bus stop. A simple memory, yet I still see the sparkles and glitz of the bright lights, sounds of songs in the air and of the rides she shared with me. Bless you Aunt Clara.