The story? Well, it involved the sheriff, a speeding ticket, and Grandma’s quick wit. Back in her younger days, Grandma had a lead foot and a fondness for open country roads. One spring afternoon

That night he scraped together 50 cents and paid the ferris wheel operator to leave them stuck at the very top for twenty minutes. He swore it was the best investment he ever made, because he spent those twenty minutes eating the rest of her chocolate from the basket and falling completely in love.

Tucked into the pages of an old medical pamphlet on “Healthy Eating for a Healthy Heart,” I found this card. Across the top, in her sharp pen strokes, it read: