We went up to Indy to spend the day with my mom. She's just beginning the process of going through the family stuff, and I got a big ol' stack of it. While it was funny to read my dad's grades (learning I come by talking too much honestly), I could've gone my whole life without reading my grandparents' love letters. There are things I just don't want to know about the nice old people who fed me cheese on demand. 1/2