Happy hour? Jason says. It's barely noon, GramsOh, shush, you. You'll have some, yes?'Well-he smiles slyly and wiggles his eyebrows-if you insist. Every time, it's the same thing. Leaning in, he rubs his hands together expectantly. The drinking age in New York State was raised last year, so technically, I suppose, this is still illegal for my grandson. But the Jews didn't spend forty years wandering the desert so that I could forfeit a gin and tonic with my progeny...
~ Susan Jane Gilman
