Gramma Hickey's "Incident" and Other Disasters

by JT Pilaf



The evening was moist.
It's difficult to start a blog with an infectious beginning. I usually like to start a blog with direct confrontation and get right to the point. That way the reader is involved immediately. In this instance I would like to say that "The Incident" as it has become to be known happened because of a daughter's unwavering love for her mother.
Sandra and I were making an exchange at the Green Apple on Eggert and Colvin last Wednesday with my parents Shirley and Glen, we were dropping off the kids and picking up Gram to go and get a bite to eat at Gram's favorite eatery, The Gallery Grill. Just as Gram was about to enter our van four guys in "Have a Nice Day" masks started with catcalls and whistleling at Gram (Sandra just smiled thinking they were directed at her). Gram being the perfect old fashion lady was slightly embarrassed, yet mildly intrigued. Camera always in hand I was fortunate enough to get off this hipshot. (The photo has been forwarded to the proper Kenmore authorities). The ever protective, eldest daughter gave Gram a boost into my van to save her from more tauntings. Unfortunately for Gram she sustained an injury to her knee as her face was introduced to my floor mat.
Since that evening I have received countless inquiries, letters, and phone calls from lawyers wanting a full recant of the evening. Fortunately enough for mother there was an eyewitness that evening that is more than willing to testify on my mothers behalf.


Mustafa the squirrel
was minding his own business purchasing lottery tickets inside the Green Apple when he exited the door and saw the whole scene. Unfortunately for mother, Mustafa the Squirrel is known around town as having a drinking problem and his word can be disputed.


I've talked with Mustafa since "The Incident" and even though I believe he can handle the pressure of the courts stand under oath, it seems that he has already made winter arrangements and will be unavailable for about three months.



A few days passed by and Gramma's knees were feeling sore. She called her favorite grandchild... NO, NOT JENNA! Me, hello... and asked if I wouldn't mind taking her to DeGraff Memorial Hospital for a checkup.
After a few tests it was determined that Gramma needed some extra support around both knees and the good doctors at DeGraff decided to take a few tendons and ligaments from other parts of the body to strengthen her outer knees.

As I sat outside in the waiting room I was constantly being reassured by the nurses and other staff members, including the custodians, that Gram was doing just fine and would come out of this a new woman. I can honestly say I think they did a wonderful job and took extremely good care of her. They're pretty creative up in N.T.