On September 1, my grandmother turned 79. Seventy-Nine?! The reason I can broadcast that for the blog world to see is because she has always looked about twenty years her junior. And she has acted like it, too. The night she turned seventy nine years old, Emma Kate and I ran over to see her and her sister, my great-aunt Frances and Frances' new apartment (it is is an awesome assisted living community in Auburn). Grandmother, or as Emma Kate calls her, Bean, spent 30 minutes hula-dancing with Emma Kate and then carried her around on her shoulders and back for a little while. That is just not normal. Anyway, just wanted to tell Bean: Happy Birthday!!