Granny is actually my mother. She was a grandma by the time I was born. Anyway, everyone called her Granny. She looked a lot like Angela Lansbury in her middle years and more like Max Keeping, a local newsman, in her later years. 

  

My son when he was about three years old, commented during the evening news that Granny was on TV.Still good for laughs, especially on my wife's side of the family.



My Mother died five years ago and I stored some of her belongings in my garage. It consisted mostly of a pine bedroom set with the drawers filled with the usual junk and some old pictures that make me happy. Lots of black and white pictures, my father's dispatch orders from 1942 on canvass and some busted up jewellery. My older brother took all the valuable items since he was the executor of the Will. 



While sifting through it, I found an old EpiPen box, I was about to throw it straight into the garbage, but then thought to myself, " None of us had allergies. Why does my Mom have an old EpiPen box?"
Well, to my amazement there was about three grams of some wicket looking bud in there. I haven't been around pot for twenty years, but I know some good bud when I see it. I took a good whiff, and that shit smelled more like black hashish.



I will definitely smoke it, try to write a blog if I don't get too fucked up and reminisce about my childhood. Mind you it wasn't the greatest, but I did enjoy my wanderlust, quite uncommon these days.