My Grandma can beat up your Grandma


My grandmother turned 88 years young last weekend. At more than three times my age, she's got more energy than I'll ever have. Betsy and I drove up Friday, with Mark riding shotgun, for her parties on Saturday and Sunday. Andrew and Pam showed up Saturday night, after a prolonged wait for Pam's arrival at the Erie airport.

It had been years since the three of us had been together with the family up in western NY, and I think everyone had a great time.

More pictures online here.