To Grandmother’s House I Go
I just went out to eat with the band and my grandma in Rye, New York. I took them on a tour through her huge house. I am sorry I forgot to take pictures for you guys. I will next time I’m down.
The place is huge, old, and beautiful. You guys are going to love the pictures when I take them next time (maybe Thanksgiving?). Anyway, I love my grandma. She is one of the only people in my family that I can really rely on to be there for me. Her house just reminds of me of my childhood: exploring the creepy third floor, playing catch in the front yard, climbing the huge willow tree, sitting by the little fireplace in the winter. Good times. I love inviting her to big shows when we open up for bigger bands and trying to impress her by playing to a sold-out crowd. I want to show her I’m going to do just fine in my life… Hopefully she knows at this point.
