What I learned as the daughter of a railroad man

By Nancy Colasurdo

(This column was originally published on NJ.com on 9/19/22.)

“Nan, how about a cup of java?” I can still hear my late father saying the words.

So while visiting my mother recently and making myself an afternoon cup of coffee, I selected from the cabinet Dad’s white mug with the blue Conrail train emblazoned on…