Carolyn and Robyn Ride NJ Transit

My dear friend Carolyn Burkhimer passed away six years ago today at the age of 22. Carolyn did not have what you'd call a good death. Really, it was the one and only time she ever let me down, but it's not really the kind of thing you can blame her for too much. However, if there's such a thing as an afterlife, and you get to see your loved ones, the first thing I'm gonna do is smack her. Then I'm gonna hug her. Then we'll go out for lobster ravioli and talk about times like this. She and I would regularly take day trips to NYC from Trenton, where we usually cracked each other up so hard, we'd get a lot of dirty looks. Some folks appreciated it, though.