As a child my family and I would make an annual trek to Las Vegas to visit my grandparents.
My Grandma Dorothy was a really, really tough woman. Her husband died at the young age of 45 of a heart attack, leaving her to raise five children by herself.
)She smoked, drank, ate with her feet on the table, ran a daycare out of her home (clearly there were less regulations at this time) and was one of my very favorite people in the whole world.
A couple of the boys in the daycare were actually my naughty cousins. I remember a particular visit when my cousins were misbehaving terribly and Grandma had...
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