Seems like everyone has a Cubs story and most of them have been told already so right here at the top let me apologize if you’ve read one too many by now. But this is mine. Or my grandmother’s, actually.
She was 5-feet tall, maybe, a retired schoolteacher who played the lottery every week — partly for the prizes, of course, but also because she could track the numbers, and the revenue went to schools.
In my memory, of course, she was always grandma. She was 80 by the time I was old enough to interact, and passed away when I was 12.