Whatever Grandma Wants Grandma Gets
<p>My brother Logan and I were obligated to visit our 70-year-old Grandma Nina weekly in her new apartment near downtown Miami. Nina and my mother, Eleanor, had made a deal that if she got to move out of her rank South Beach apartment into a newer more modern one, she’d never nag Eleanor again about moving in with us. After searching for several months, Eleanor found a brand new apartment built by the state government for seniors.</p>
<p>With nothing else to do, I’d tag along with Logan, surfing on the mediocre waves of Miami’s South Beach. But first, we had to stop at Grandma’s. We’d take off in the hand-me-down-from-mom yellow 1965 Dodge Dart GT from Sunrise Harbor in Coral Gables, at the time a middle class enclave near Biscayne Bay.</p>
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