Gossip is usually an unsavory but juicy hot commodity at times. Particularly among certain people. My grandmother reveled in the little nuggets of information she would glean from people, which is probably why she loved to go to the grocery store and beauty parlor when I was younger. She could find out all kinds of dirt on just about anyone, down to what pew they sat on in church. Granny was a great collector of dirt; and like her sole and sometimes-favorite grandchild, people just told her stuff. Unsolicited, out of the blue, random yet glorious stuff. Some of this stuff was about people Granny didn’t know, which was rare. I think the old gal knew everyone in our little community.