This is glorious, warm and touching and nose-snortingly funny, I’m going to run to (yes) my local bookstore tomorrow to order your book, Alan. Delightfully if oddly, it also brought back memories of my own grandmother’s bunions, which were so enormous I used seriously to wonder whether she’d had her big toes amputated. Agnes O’Connor Donnelly was not what you’d call Jewish, but I wonder if it’s an immigrant grandmothers’ thing?