Go Schmidty (Alternate: The Hot Dog of My Desire)

“Go Schmidty!” rang through the ears of the nearby attendees, literally ringing in their ears, possibly for hours, she had the gift of volume but not tone.  It was an off-key ear splitting screech….think Edith Bunker, at volume 11, through a megaphone and an airplane engine. “She” was my grandmother, Grummie as we called her.  … Continue reading Go Schmidty (Alternate: The Hot Dog of My Desire)