"The partially well recorded incident with the gingerbread-house began, when one day in her mid 80's sitting on a little bench in front of her house old Granny Ella realized, that in spite of an eventful time as an expressionist dancer, painter, ambassador of cracked Japanese ceramics and Jazz singer in a club on Bourbon Street (before the great hurricane) she had never overcome a heartbreak since she was 20, inflicted by a millionaire's son with low self-esteem and high ambitions, and that her life so far did not contain a punchline."
