In the preparation for the next visit of the house repair contractors, I've again been weeding through the basement, trying to figure out what to cull from my 50+ years of life thus far. Last night, I found a hand-written letter from my paternal grandmother. I don't know how many notes I have from her, and she died of cancer back when I was still in grade school in the late 1970's. I am...recovering from reading this small note about my life at school.

May your revolution(s) be triumphant!