On a recent trip home, I sat across from a seven-year-old cousin I see only rarely.
He’s bright-eyed and curious.
Thanks to his parents and grandparents, he is usually on his best behavior.
During a Sunday dinner at the mahogany table over the good china, he said to me, “I have 41 cousins.”
Everybody else “oohed” and “ahhed” that he had this wealth of knowledge.
I said to him, “Name them.”
He was taken …
