My folks traveled a frequently when I was little, so my paternal grandmother spent a great deal of quality time with me. Telling scary ghost stories was her specialty, although I would beg to have her recount the Rabelaisian adventures of my imaginary friend, Bucko, who had a penchant for crapping his pants. Once, while playing Robin to my Batman, she broke her little toe in a fall while crossing a ladder stretched over a “dinosaur” pit I dug. I was so lucky to have her in my life. I love you, Grand-mam and I miss you very much.


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