Barbara Cummings would have celebrated her 90th birthday today.
That’s Nanny, my mom’s mom, which makes her my grandmother — a Ronald Reagan devotee (and twice a delegate from Vermont to his GOP conventions) and closet Yankees fan who made Christmas Eves special, along with every other day she was around. We did puzzles and played cards and explored her basement and played ball in the field and climbed to the treehouse and hiked down to the Armory and rode bikes and played her electric piano and went sledding … and I’m sure, even as young as I was when she was alive, that I could barely keep up with her. Full of life!
The 1,200 in the driveway tonight were for you, Nanny.
That’s 177,307 down, 822,693 to go to 1 million made foul shots.