Walked into an upstairs guest bedroom, was overcome with the feeling of being a child in my grandmother's house in Canton, Minnesota.
Don't know exactly what triggered the memory, but she was there with me for a minute.
Heard a quiet laugh and briefly saw those old-lady glasses and a soft, smart smile.
She died on this date way back in 1981, when I was only 13, but she still pays occasional visits.
Little nice ones.
Miss you sometimes, Granny.