By Kathi Dameron
It is five o'clock on a Sunday afternoon, give or take a chime or two. The wind whips the shutters of an old house. Raindrops as hard as meteorites slam the roof.
"Always try to find the sunny side of life," sings an adorable and unstoppable grandmotherly old dame with monumental moxie and a deep "joie de vivre."
"Look for the sunny side of life!" she chirps as she pours hot, buttered popcorn into a hand-woven basket that has been lined with a folksy French country napkin...
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