August 16, 2008
Though they had worked in the City for years, my grandparents rarely ventured up to town. Fortunately, a close family friend, who had known my father since he was three, volunteered to take me up and show me the sights. What she didnít know about London isnít worth knowing. She took me everywhere, and history came alive as she spoke. I never once considered her age (77) as we climbed to the Whispering Gallery in St. Paulís or up to the Observatory at Greenwich. She never seemed to get tired, and her enthusiasm was infectious. She was a grand lady.