Dancing with Daisy

We were putting the roof back on, when who should come screeching around the corner of the barn, wailing like a jealous banshee, but Daisy.

I opened my mouth to holler at her; when I closed it, it was gum on gum.

The next morning, there were 28 new icebergs out in the middle of the bay.

When he finds a photograph of his grandfather as a young man, Liam is full of questions.

But that's just fine, because Grampy has a story to spin with every answer.

On a fall day in 1962, he tells Liam, he had a run-in with a nasty girl in search of a dance partner; Daisy was her name.

What follows is a tall tale about Grampy's tango with a hurricane, and all those signs of aging -- the wrinkles, the stooped back, the croaky voice, the false teeth -- can be chalked up to Daisy's persistence and Grampy's refusal to dance.

Of course, it takes a talking to from Nana to get that Daisy to blow off elsewhere.