While in college, I loved coming home on the weekends to visit my grandma. Not only she made me pancakes and shared her life stories with me, but she also would patiently watch me -- my clumsy self -- practice ballet in the family living room. At one point, she hummed a little ditty. She even waved her hands in the air, as if conducting an imaginary orchestra. I was thrilled! I danced along to her tune and when she was done, I asked her if that was from Swan Lake.
“No. It’s (the theme song from) Matlock,” she responded, her eyes twinkling.
Oh, grandma.
