I haven’t enjoyed an Easter weekend since I was probably a teenager. I remember that I would always go to Coney Island after church. I would have to beg and plead that I wasn’t going to see any cousins. I always felt that seeing certain family members after church will defeat the purpose of giving praise. My mom was super religious and called the majority of the family sinners and just plain evil. She was somewhat right, some are just not good. Anyway, this Easter weekend was extremely productive.
