Mysterious Ways

Rainbows From Gram

My grandmother always had something creative up her sleeve for us kids. My parents would drop off my brother Mike and me at my grandparents’ house in Staten Island. Gram would lead us to the back porch. She’d take out chalk and draw a line down the patio table—one side for Mike, one for me.

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