Amended version of the first post.
Robert, my California brother who keeps reminding me he is younger, was visiting some of the family in Georgia the past two weeks. He always enjoys being around my children and grandchildren and greeted them with the usual big Uncle Rob hugs. We ate and ate and served up lots of strong coffee with dessert as we “set a spell”. (That’s Southern for hours and hours.) Our group discussions were much like they were when my sisters and brothers and I were growing up. We sat around the dinner table and voiced our opinions with the same passion and volume a child has when trying to convince his parents he needs a new bike. We asked questions like:
- Who are the three people, living or dead, you would most like to meet?
This would trigger new questions before anyone could offer their ideas regarding Shakespeare, Michelangelo, or Einstein.
- So, is…
View original post 792 more words