I’m trying to figure out if it’s to my advantage or to my disadvantage to surround myself with people who are smarter than me. Michael is light-years more intelligent than I am. (One more supporting fact for the claim that “Opposites attract!”)
Since my children are genetically half Michael’s, it stands to reason that they’re smarter than me, too.
And then there’s Audie, the guy I work with. (more…)
A couple of days ago I was eating lunch at a table in our cafeteria with several people, including an older friend named Dan. Now Dan is usually good for a story or two, and on this day he did not disappoint.
He told us about his great-grandfather, who lived back in Civil War days. The old gent “had a long, snowy white beard that he always kept neatly trimmed,” Dan said. “Every day he would sip a fifth of whiskey. He didn’t drink it; he sipped it. Everybody always said that whiskey would kill him. And it did–at the age of 102.”
