A Baba’s eye view of Grandma driving herself, the beloved, and the eldest child off to the airport through the wildfirey haze. Thence to parts Midwestern for a three-day junket to watch Grampy tread the boards in the Role of A Lifetime. Yes, Lear. That Lear. King Lear.
Baba stays home with the lil’ peanut, a fine little fellow but a mere dot of the whole brood. Perhaps its sunny exclamation point. How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is, all the same, to have an out-of-state child.