I live at the end of a dead end street. We used to have a sign that said that but, someone stole it. For 48.5 years we've had people that didn't believe it was a dead end. They'd come shooting down the street, slam the brakes when they saw no more street. Then they would back up and turn on my lawn, often smacking the mail box.
One day I was sitting by the front window waiting for a UPS delivery (mainly 'cuz I had a secret crush on the driver. ) one car after another shot down the street and mangled my lawn. I would go out and give them a death look while they fumbled with getting their car out before I bit the tires. Some jerks would wave at me like they only ran over my lawn to be friendly.
One day I was sitting by the front window waiting for a UPS delivery (mainly 'cuz I had a secret crush on the driver. ) one car after another shot down the street and mangled my lawn. I would go out and give them a death look while they fumbled with getting their car out before I bit the tires. Some jerks would wave at me like they only ran over my lawn to be friendly.
Hi, deb! It is good to hear all of you made it through the "viral crud". Your grandma is an example of your tough DNA, hang in there! 
