Wobbly Nan

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My grandmother Ryan didn't drink, but you would've thought she did. We called her Wobbly Nan. We'd be sitting on the couch, Rory, Nan and me, and all of a sudden Rory'd say, "Gang, ho!" and like that, the three of us would go over like a ton of bricks on our side, with Nan clutching us as if she expected the falling to continue.

She never believed she did this, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Only photographic evidence convinced Nan she needed ballast.
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