May 31, 2003
Family. The people who know you inside and out and yet still they love you. We sometimes speak in shorthand, the arcane code developed over years, referencing family lore and tradition, personal quirks and inside jokes. Everyone has a nickname, our houses have titles, and cars have given names. Deep and abiding interests in music, food (especially baked goods) and obsessions about the degree of squareness and plumb in construction are apparently genetic in this particular branch of descendents from that Scottish ancestor. Every generation has become smaller and I have to wonder, will it all end here with me?