Some years ago while babysitting my grand daughter Cashel she choked on a piece of apple I had foolishly given her. Oh what a terrible thing I did. But she survived.

Last Thursday night I dragged my failing body to the high school where Cashel was to appear in a musical.

As the musical sang on I wondered, "Where is my Cashel?" Then it struck me she is that gorgeous woman up there; 'Ti Moune'. Singing? Dancing? Strutting? Acting?

She can do that? My little grand daughter can do that?

How could that be?

I wonder.

Grampa 180.