Hey, just got back from lunch and saw this post. Thanks, All. My grandmother has been gone, really, for the past couple of years. My poor mother did such a great job of caring for her and now can get her own life back. I’m not grieving–just taking this time to remember Doris the Funkosaurus, as we called her, for her adventurous spirit (She learned to ride a bike when she was 50, which “back then” was something, and took up rollerblading at 60) and her dry wit. Here’s what Julie saw on FB, an example of my mother and grandmother’s sense of humor: http://thestonescolossaldream.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-gifts-and-such.html