The Young and the Restless

I never had any hope of being politically correct. I was raised in part by my great-grandmother, one Florence Simonds of Meco, New York, a tiny hamlet in the wilds of Fulton County. She had been known in her youth as the fastest runner through a covered bridge; later in life, she worked as a glove stitcher and made 17 pies per day at a local hotel. At some point, maybe when I was around nine years old, I started recording her speech by hand in a notebook.