I’ll never forget you… Grandma Honeybunch
Nov 26, 2020
3 minutes
BY KYLE BROWN, Columbus, Ohio
EVERY WEDNESDAY WHEN I WAS 16, I’d change into a nice button-down and my best jeans after school. Then I’d ride my bike on the path between our house and my grandmother’s outside Meadville, Pennsylvania. Exactly at four, Grandma Honeybunch—we always called her that, though I don’t know why except that it fit her sweetness—would pull her dark green Dodge Stratus sedan into the dirt driveway.
“Hi, Kyle!” she would call out, trying to hide
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