 Isn't that how Grammy said they would go to church? On our way to Somerset, we drove down this never-ending road, not unlike the one my grandma would have ridden in a horse and buggy. And my mom began reminiscing about the reunion from 1986. Remember I told you we drove up and all the trees had yellow ribbons? Mm-hmm. It was over there. Oh, those are the cypress trees? Yeah, see?