Grandma's Role

Whew. That was a good vent.  

And now, I drink my beer and listen to a radio program called The Big Broadcast.  I'd normally just put it on normal radio but ah...I live in an area where nothing comes in except the one genre that you've been saying you hate for the last thirty years.  And ok, eventually I got used to the country songs.  

But my favorite is this old jazz from the 1920s and 30s that they play every Sunday night.  I keep my Grandmother's ashes here in the living room.  She moves from house to house with me.  This way when I walk in a new residence I can declare to any roaming spirits, "No thanks, I brought my own.".  Fiesty Italian woman who was quite flapperish in her ways, born in NYC.  I think she modifies our similar likes.  I can like something a lot but then I wonder if she doesn't come through and make sure that I like it so much so that she can have it too.  

So ok, Grandma.  We'll listen to the Big Broadcast tonight.  I'm out of bourbon or scotch so the high alcohol content beer will have to do.