Chronicles of Home: On Disrespecting My Elders

After Grandma O so nicely let me hi-jack her minivan for a couple weeks to get around in Baltimore, I returned the favor by giving her a bop in the nose.

Ok, I didn't actually hit my grandmother, but we did get in a fight.

Ok, it wasn't a fight so much as a staged struggle...but what a staged struggle it was.

The object of our mutual affection was the closest thing to an art project I've never given her, despite decades of her pleas and repeated outshining by our unfairly artistic cousins, whose indubitable masterpieces always have and always will charm the walls wherever Gram resides, and which she always has and always will take enormous pride in.

Gram, I can't draw or paint or sculpt or compose a symphony to save my life. I can, however, throw together a blog entry every once in awhile...that Uncle Joe can then thoughtfully compile and enhance and turn into a really impressive full-color book with all the graphic design skills that I do not have.

And then I will take Uncle Joe's work of art back with me to Africa.

(They're printing you another one, I promise!)