Letter From Grandma

(this must be in Old Lady Cursive™ inside of a blank stock Happy Birthday card with a cutesy cartoon deer and the greeting in happy pink letters above the deer happily chewing grass you know the kind of card that lets the recipient know that she's got a whole box full of 'em somewhere and they've been hanging around since the 1970s along with Grandpa's meticulous lists of every purchase ever dating back to 1942 with the new shoes he bought for Baby Ebediah)

Dear Petey,

Let me tell you, Grandpa had the record player going the other night, and Chuck Berry sure is a one trick pony. From what I read in the news these days, if you-know-what with minors had been an issue back then he'd been tried and accused. Something about "and looking so sweet can't be a minute over seventeen." The times sure have changed! Not that I care one way or the other. I canned thirty gallons of beets yesterday. My cellar's bones are heaving with the extra weight and my hands sure are celebratory that it's done. I shook them in Hallelujah in church this morning. I sure hope you have a good birthday.

Love,
Grandma