Ready Or Not Despite a thousand warnings from people who make it their business to know, the weather-- no matter the season-- is worse than Gramma can ever remember, and she, (God bless her gentle heart) has no business except to remember her childhood, a pleasant time when children played simple games like hide and seek. Her eyes, closed tightly against the bark of a shade tree in the front yard, she counted slowly-- ". . . 98, 99, 100. Here I come, ready or not!"-- so that others, forewarned, hiding amid silent giggles-- until, muscles taut, ready for the race back to the maple-- erupt like cheetahs from behind the neighbor's gate.