Today also would've been Grandma Silsi's 68th birthday.

The connection between Gram and I is a bit strange. Gram was the family loony--she collected a lot of yard-sale junk, had about a hundred clocks on one wall, hadn't remodeled the house on Lacon Road since the 1970s, and cussed like a sailor sometimes. And everybody says that we look and act exactly alike. It kind of creeps me out. Perhaps I was never actually BORN, but cloned...? Or perhaps I'm her doppelganger?

Both family eccentrics. Extremely similar taste in music. We look alike (except I wear glasses and, obviously, I'm younger). Similar behavior.

It's very, very creepy when you stop to think on it for awhile.

Gram's birthday, Woodstock Anniversary... do you think it has some kind of cosmic connection?