Grandma was a sharp-shooter

My mother's mother's father, I am told, came from Albany to New York City, fleeing the secure trammels of the family's pharmacy business. ( He wanted to be a photographer... )

Writing exercises continue! Here goes... Happy day off, to those who have one. :)
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Yes, well I hope I remember how. At my brother's, indulging in an unusual fit of chefery. Cooking's fun, on occasion, and when I don't have to do it ( Read more... )