My grandma turned 81 last week. It's funny how as a child, you always envision your grandparents as a single age, immune to such things as birthdays. Truth be told, I grouped most adults into a single age: old. As I'm older, and perhaps approaching "old," I'm more grateful for the things I once took for granted: their old fashioned radio that pipes through the whole house, the wall phone with its rotary dial and twisty cord, charming holiday decor, board games at the table. I wanted to know what it's like to be 80.
So I asked.