My dad passed away 20 days ago. Dad loved history, and NYC TV shows, so I think he would have loved a visit to the city. I have a small urn of his ashes, and I‘ve decided to take him on little East Coast excursions with me. I was in the wrong lane and ended up on the Brooklyn Bridge. I was annoyed at first, but then realized it was 15 minutes well spent if my dad got to experience the bridge.