Bathtub Gin, the Charleston and 23 Skiddoo
My grandmother died yesterday at the age of 102.
She was a flapper (big time party girl) in the Roaring 20's, and lived a wild, long and happy life in the San Diego area.
I last saw her when I was about 14.
We weren't close, but as I recall she an amusing old gal.
She died on my father and his twin sister's birthday, January 20.
They just turned 82.
How ironic is it that the old girl held out till the twins' birthday?
There are no accidents.
Rest in Peace, Grandma.