With all of the gob-billions of blogs out there, I doubt that mine will be seen by too many people, but if at least some of the people that mean so much to me do happen to stumble accross this; I hope that they will be amused, entertained, or perhaps even rendered a little misty-eyed with some of my musings.
As for Booker; he is not real, but you will hopefully become acquainted with him as I move along with true stories that include him.
Love to all,
Shelly (Grampy) Lash
Grampy Lash 
It seems a bit odd to me see Grampy Lash in print and realize it is my brother. Since we are six years apart, I think we may have missed a few childhood joys, but are making up for it as we age. I still feel like a kid at times, but tomorrow I will be 53. That means that my older brother is 59 and my younger one is almost 47. I remember thinking 6-12-18… Now two of us are grandparents and loving it. One of the sweetest things I heard from Owen this weekend was Tnk you, Gwammy! nearly everytime I did anything for him. I’ve heard it said many times that there is nothing like being a grandparent. How true that is! God is good!!!