Monthly Archives: August 2010

My great grand­mother lived to be 99 years old. She often said, in her heavily-accented Eng­lish, “Peo­ple say the past was so great. Bah! Now is good!” The four-foot-nine ball of Hun­gar­ian energy became my hero when she backed my quest to get a perm, and because she once broke her wrist falling off a table she’d been danc­ing on— in her sev­en­ties. I always con­trasted her take on life with that of the cool boys in Jr. High who insisted that The Who and Led Zepellin were the only bands worth lis­ten­ing to. I was a looser, appar­ently, for lik­ing … Con­tinue read­ing →