On the right is the gate that my Father went though, on his way to work, for 35 years.
Most of my blog will focus on South Jersey, where I grew up. Tales of my childhood, recent visits there, some local history; and ruminations about my family, old friends, and some social history. My Dad and Stepmother Geri's old apartment was literally a block away from Exit 1 off the New Jersey Turnpike at the base of the Delaware Memorial Bridge, in the toxic shadow of Dupont Chambers Works where my Dad toiled for 35 long years.