started thinking about Halloweens past tonight & realized that this Saturday is the 50th anniversary of my Grandpa Register's death. He was a conductor on an ACL train called The Judy that went to Bainbridge & Chattahoochee. Seeing Grandpa in the casket was the only time I ever saw my Daddy cry but after that was over Daddy took me on the Insider's Tour of Johnson Funeral Home on North Foster. Talkin' 'bout HALLOWEEN! He showed me where his gang stacked wooden formaldehyde crates up so they could climb up & look into the embalming room whenever somebody important was being prepared.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DksGi7B5BdM