Today I was reminded of a time when my going to my grandma's house was the best. I spent lots of time at my grandma's house when I was growing up. My grandma was not your typical knitting and baking grandma. She lived in an apartment and worked -- a lot. In fact she worked until she was 80 driving a half hour to work each way.

I remember once, during my master's, grandma around 78 came with my mother to visit me. We met in Saint Louis and had a wonderful weekend. We stayed at the Adam's Mark. We shopped at the Plaza Frontenac. We ate at the hill.