Grandma got bak



Sorry if this was posted before.

16 August 2007

My grandmother was born in 1915, five years after our house was built
here in Portland. This weekend, she paid us a visit from her home in
Virginia. She’s mentally sharp but frail and severely arthritic, with a
history of falls. Naturally, the first thing I could think of is “how
are we going to get her on a bike to show her around town?”