Run!

So, I drove my grandmother home the other night. We were at my mother's house and left at around 9...after dark. My grandmother's house faces a ski hill off in the distance. As I was opening her door for her, I noticed that the ski hill had spot lights out...you know, the hollywood kind to let you know ~something's~ going on up there. Absentmindedly, and I suppose wanting to draw her attention to something so she would get out of the damn car faster, I said, "Hey, Nanny. Look up there...the spotlights. They're very pretty right now against the sky."

She stepped out of the car, adjusted herself, looked back and remarked, 'oh...yes.'

"They look pretty, don't you think?"

Without missing a beat, she replied, "Oh..yes...very pretty. Reminding me so of when Germans come during war. We would see dis light and we would run and run."

And then shut the door and nonchalantly toddled off to her house.