#124 — DEAD OR ALIVE

A Bloody Good Life Lesson after Bloody Marys with Grandma

Sometimes you just have to sit a hand out

Meanwnhile, back in Ohio, Bunny trades in bloody marys for bare feet and crocheted throws. Photo from family archives (we’re fancy like that).

“Take my picture,” Grandma said, holding up a bloody mary. “I’ve never had a drink this early in my life.”

It was 11:30ish am. We were in Harlem at Sylvia’s for a gospel brunch, 1998-ish. My cousin Scott and his…