The best naps are at Grandmother’s

The corner of Grandmother and Awesome

There is something to be said about visiting Grandmother’s house.  Not only is it the greatest single place in the universe, it is also located in a neighborhood that hasn’t changed in roughly 25 years of my life.   The last “giant” change that took place was a stop sign was put in place of a yield several years ago.  The only person this seemed to annoy was my brother who refused to acknowledge it as anything but a yield.

I have happy to report that at some point in the last two years that sign has been taken down altogether, I believe in a fit of neighborly rage brought on by subtle change.