One of my more vivid memories of Grandma took place in my front yard when I was 8 or 9 years old.
Grandma and I were playing basketball with all the fervor an adolescent and a recent AARP member could muster, when my less than aesthetically pleasing neighbor appeared and yelled smugly.
"Who is that, Danny?"
My quick-witted retort was,
"That's my Grandma and don't you make fun of her!!!"
Love you Grandma, Happy Birthday.
Love,
Danny and Teri Liptrot
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