
With the state the planet has been brought to by one greedy and war-mongering species, many young people wonder whether they will ever experience old age. Many of us will not have children, and so we will never be grandparents. I encourage everyone to
NURTURE THE INNER GRAMMA
in us all. We've got to enjoy our "retirement" right now, while we're still here, since we may never get a chance. We should also remember to hang out with the old people that are here with us on this doomed and gorgeous earth, and to honor those people who've taken off for parts unknown. So throw on a comfy sweater, grab a sturdy cane and let's go to Gramma's house!
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Zanne's Gramma, Theadora is the queen of illogical conversation. |
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the littlest gramma, Gertrude takes her grandchildren to the park. |
| Violet Bodine, a young punk's song to her grandmother. |