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I must confess I was apprehensive on my way to Casa Canetoad. How would
these young whippersnappers react when they discovered my
Secret Identity (tm) as mild-mannered Grandma Tomacina Boutell of
57 Waverly Street, Apple Pie, USA? Would they want to look at pictures
of my grandchildren? Would they dance to strange music and behave
in a morally reprehensible fashion? Would they vote for Democrats?
(Now, now, I *know* Bill's a nice young man, but Babs is the
patron saint of grandmothers everywhere.)

I found the address and entered, slowly maneuvering my meatballs-and-
spaghetti-fed bulk down the hallway. To my great relief, I was met at
the door by a lovely old member of the Chelsea Rotary Club
Grandmothers Auxiliary who introduced herself as "Larne."

In short order I was introduced to Grandmas Annie, X, Grendel
and Colette (sp), who offered me a seat and a cup of camomile, then
proceeded to open their wallets and let drop with a long, long string
of plastic portrait-folders.

Dozens of other grandmothers arrived as the evening went on, but I
could never keep their names straight.

Later Grandma Grendel and I had a good-natured tussle over what
to put on the ol' gramophone next. She wanted to keep listening
to the "Mild Chili Nephews", but Colette and I were firmly in
favor of "They Might Be Grandmas."

-T

Granny Grendel won by a hair -- well, by pulling several of them

-- 
Tom Boutell, boutell@cshl.org

Clausthaler is the best non - alcoholic beer in the known universe.