“Me-maw” lives in a box in my garage. Of course, that doesn’t make much sense unless you know that my grandmother, whom I called “Grams,” was renamed “Me-maw” by her great grandchildren. Please don’t call 9-1-1. My grandmother is not —I repeat, not—living in a box in my garage. She passed away in 1986, having lived 89 blessed years on this earth, leaving a legacy for which I am exceedingly grateful. Of all her gifts to me, I’m particularly glad that Me-maw: 1) gave birth to a son, so I could have a father 2) taught me real Coke and real butter taste better than their imitators, and 3) left her family with a crazy sense of humor which helps us keep things in perspective, and enjoy life a lot more...

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