




And so it is with fond memories of ceramic nipples and false eyelashes and bad fashion choices that I leave for what promises to be a very fun trip indeed. Over a year after her death, we will be burying my grandmother's ashes. For this occasion I will be seeing many relatives I haven't seen in a long time, including my mom's three brothers from Coeur d'Alene, Salt Lake City, and Minneapolis. They're all interesting for very different reasons. And seeing as I'm not on speaking terms with my dad, things should be very interesting. Yes. Wish me luck and I'll be back next week.