Now before I post this picture, I want to give it the context it deserves. Here are the things you need to know. I have a grandmother. I wouldn't say we're close (because we're not--neither geographically, nor relationally), but we get on when we're in the same room. No one would accuse Grandma of being overly sentimental, but she has sent me many hand-sewn flannel pajamas and cigarette-flavored Christmas cookies over the years, and treated me well on the scant occasions our paths have crossed. Because of the distance between her and her children (I'll let you decide if that's geographically or otherwise), Grandma is a letter writer. That's something Grandma and I are of a mind on; we like licking envelops and trekking to the mailbox. For all my GF friends out there, don't worry. I don't actually lick the envelopes; I know better. Anyway, Grandma and I write--not to each other, of course; unless you count the occasional thank-you card. We write pe