Little wonder I'm so weird. It's genetic, totally out of my control. In going through that box of old letters and miscellany from when I was a kid spending summers in the boondocks , I ran across a card sent for my seventeenth birthday from my great-grandmother with also an enclosed letter (the Gran B of my earlier post .) The card was cool. The letter though is somewhat disturbing now that I look back on it, considering that it was intended as part of wishing me a happy birthday. I loved my Granny Bolian , born in 1894 and this was from 1979 so she was old already, but still. The message written inside the card, very nice: "Here's to my dear great grandson with lots of love and the very best of everything for many more birthdays! Have a nice day, from Granny Bolian" . Okay, moving on then to reading the birthday letter tucked inside: "Hi to all! Hi Douglas! How are you? Hope you are fine. I'm no good as usual, and can't hardly write, just hope you c...