Andy tells:  My Aunt Marguerite, at the age of seventy-nine years old, decided to go back to medical school.  Her husband had passed away.  And, all her friends’ husbands had passed away…

Aunt Marguerite begins to speak in a voice that is a delicious mixture of southern charm and grace, peppered with a saucy irreverence and the slightest quaver that her eighty-five years have earned.

And we had gotten tired of the bridge club and the garden club.  They are fine clubs.  Don’t misunderstand me at all.  They are lovely.  Only so many pansies can give you pleasure.

We all went to medical school and we opened up a hospital in Deep Step, Georgia.  Most of us went to Emory, except for Mary Francis.  She went to the Georgia College of Medicine in Augusta, and there’s nothing wrong with that.