Aww, Grandma

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    On the left is a photo of my grandmother Nancy and I outside of my favorite comic book shop in Bayshore, LI. We&#8217;d gone there that day to attend a book signing by Doug Murray, the author of Marvel&#8217;s Vietnam set comic &#8220;The &#8216;Nam&#8221;. Not that we wouldn&#8217;t have been there even if there hadn&#8217;t been a book signing. Our typical Saturday routine involved a trip up to South Shore Mall (the comic store was in an appendix of the mall) for my weekly dose of the funny books, and then shopping at the mall. I still have a lot of the comics.
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    On the right is a photo of my grandmother Dolores and I outside of a hotel in Georgia if I&#8217;m not mistaken. I don&#8217;t remember a lot about that day, but since she reads this site I&#8217;m hoping she&#8217;ll post some details in the comments section. I do remember how hot it was on that trip, and how often we had to stop for drinks. I also remember that outfit, which was purchased at the JC Penny in the South Shore Mall. See! It&#8217;s all related.
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    I guess that&#8217;s it. I don&#8217;t have any big point to make, or summary to come to. Except to say that these photos tell me so much about who I am, how I came to be that person, and how silly all of my self-deprecating thoughts really are.
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    p.s. The little logo on my radical shirt says &#8220;Ted Shred&#8221;&#8230;and uh, no we weren&#8217;t anywhere near the beach.
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