Ah Peter...once again you shine.

There was once a very strange split between my grandafther and myself. I think it stemmed from the fact that his little buddy turned overnight into a (gasp!) GIRL. Gone were the days of dipping my pacifier into his whiskey, and then the sugar bowl, and rocking this little bundle of baby to sleep with songs. No more fishing and talking about the shapes of clouds. And when I finally reached a more mature state, the walls between us seemed impenetrable.

I spent an entire weekend this fall getting him on line, and explaining the computer to a man who sat and listened patiently to this "stranger" in his home.

That evening when I got home, there was an e-mail with the simple text: "HI GIRL, I LOVE YOU, GRAMPSIE"....I cried.

Daily now, I receive messages. They have expanded from the first, but all have that same basic message. I have learned about his life, the "meetings" of war buddies who get together to give the Waffle House waitresses a rough time, and grammatical essays about all the uses for the word F*#K..(with a "P.S.: Don't tell your Gramma I sent you this")

In short, I learn daily that I am loved. If you ever find a way to get these ideas about 'computers for all' off the ground, you let me know. I'll help in any way that I can to let others share in this joy.

Elle