" Happy hour?" Jason says. " It's barely noon, Grams" " Oh, shush, you. You'll have some, yes?'" Well" -he smiles slyly and wiggles his eyebrows-" if you insist" . Every time, it's the same thing. Leaning in, he rubs his hands together expectantly. The drinking age in New York State was raised last year, so technically, I suppose, this is still illegal for my grandson. But the Jews didn't spend forty years wandering the desert so that I could forfeit a gin and tonic with my progeny... "