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familiar is relative.




Quite, Helen, everything is relative. (except my Uncle Kenny who is a relative but nothing about Kenny is what you might describe as familiar. Strange, yes, he once backed a Ford pick-up truck almost twenty-five miles from Bessemer to Birmingham to win a five dollar bet.)

But by age eighty and above, you, me, and everyone, will have changed about as much as we felt was interesting and we will then only want to wait out our remaining time on this Earth in a pleasant and familiar setting.

My Grandmother Grider told me so back in 1968.