
The first time I met my wife’s grandmother was long before I was married. I was at the ballpark in the town where I grew up. It was the summer after I graduated from high school and before my wife, Andrea and I had started dating each other. We were good friends so when I ran into her at the park where her brother was playing baseball, she wanted to introduce me to her grandmother, Eura Mae. Later that night, I was on my way home, walking through the park. A small car pulled up next to me being driven by my Eura Mae. They asked if I wanted a ride home. I told them I was in the mood to walk home that night, but I thanked them for the offer.