Monday, February 9, 2009

My Grammy

I've never been a song writer, but I did read with some curiosity, this week, an essay that asked the penetrating question: "Does a Grammy matter anymore?"

Well, I can't speak for others out there, but my Grammy has always mattered to me. I've had my Grammy since 1960.

Currently, my Grammy is sitting in Robinson, Illinois. She's 95 years old, still beautiful, but deaf as a post.

My Grammy doesn't read my blog, which is a good thing. Reading this blog, no doubt she would wonder: "Where did I go wrong?"

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