Cute GG as a young child

The following is a response from my social justice activist uncle, to my "string = a little rope" e-mail I sent to my family.


I remember when you were four years old, and it was summertime. You and your dad had been out grocery shopping (especially for watermelon) and stopped by [your grandparents'] house on 52nd street. I happened to be there. You knocked on the front door and you said, "Yep, it's ripe!"