I love this old photograph of my grandmother from Christmas of ’75. It’s exactly how I always imagined her when my mother would talk about her–that broad smile, coffee and cigarette in hand. And how ’bout that couch, huh? My grandparents eventually separated (according to legend, because they were just both so darn stubborn). Years after she had passed away I was talking with my grandfather and asking questions about her. He simply replied that, “She was the finest lady of my life.”