My youngest grandson, Henry August Johnson, has been a light in my life since I moved to Portland.  He looks forward to Gram Day each Thursday almost as much as I do.  When I asked him what he wanted for his fifth birthday, he said, “A quilt of my head and hair.”  I think he wanted to hang in the Johnson foyer along with his two sisters and I was not about to say no.  I’m always thrilled when someone wants one of my quilts and am happy to report my buddy is hanging with his sisters tonight.