
Happy 110th Bumpy
My granddaughter Rowe is just eighteen months old and she calls me ‘Bumpy’. It’s the best! It makes me feel younger, more lighthearted every time she says it. And that’s a good thing because the fact is I’m barreling down a one way track which if I’m to believe the pessimists among us, has a dead end. What a drag. I’ve never been happier bad knees, relentless peeing and general grumpiness notwithstanding. Never been happier. And now! NOW I’m supposed to be good with it all ending?! I don’t think so.






