My grandmother used to shoot squirrels off her bird feeder with a BB gun. Between that and the glass peanut butter jar of water (a.k.a. “vodka”) in her fridge, I can’t believe my parents left my sister and me there for any length of time. We loved every minute of our visits with her. Garmie, pronounced “Gah-mie” in her Rhode Island accent, entertained my older sister and me as if we were guests in her home and not grandchildren who impeded her social calendar. She always o