![]() ![]() That "kiss the earth" deal might have marked me as a secret toweller. God only knows what scandal that would have unleashed. Nobody saw me step out of the car and touch my forehead to the ground. I would think it's the quiet side of property management. That's got to be a good gig, cemetery management. Seems they're owned by the same outfit that runs Pardes Shalom, and as far as I could tell the prices were the same. First I thought, well, Murray knew the value of a dollar, and he's saved a bit on shade trees to leave a bit more for the heirs. A Jew is a Jew I suppose, and far be it for me, a token goy around here, to pass judgement. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Here the "shade trees" are an inch in diameter and about six feet high.Īnd he's buried amongst a bunch of Russians. At least over there the shade trees make shade. Coulda been a couple miles over at the Pardes Shalom with Uncles Frank and Henry and a bunch of the others. Now it's the Pardes Chaim Cemetery, Uncle Murray's final resting place.ĭon't know why he picked this place. By Jeezus, I swear this field was planted with soybeans the last time I was this far up Bathurst a couple years ago. ![]()
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