Grandma had Q-tips in the medicine cabinet

Funny how your upbringing creates habits such as personal grooming, food preferences, and Q-tip use. Yes, I know they're bad but grandma used 'em and so did I. I would reach into the medicine cabinet after a long bubble bath as a kid and proceed to swab my ear out for an even cleaner sensation, then hang my head over and wrap my wet hair into a turban. So I've decided all my bad habits are rooted there on Pen Mar Avenue in Bluefield, WV at Grandma's house. The house that sells at the end of month; the house that my mother grew up in with her sisters and brother, the house with the checkered black and white floor where grandpa was found dead to the world after a heart attack, the house where the early Christmas pictures were taken and the house that will occupy my weekend as I tape up boxes.