A few minutes ago I was walking through my house when I looked at a picture I never actually look at. It’s a photograph of Julia Herz, my great grandmother, who died in 1968 and—as a German immigrant to this country—probably spoke about 20 words of English.
I scanned her photo and posted it above, not because I felt a strong desire to tell her story (she helped raise my mother, and was supposedly a very kind woman), but because I just think there’s something crazy (in a Lil Wayne-sitting-next-to-Celine Dion-at-an-award-show sort of way) about posting a photograph of Julia Herz above a blog post featuring Miley Cyrus’ new video …
