Since it’s Thanksgiving, I’m thinking a lot about my family and how lucky I am that I grew up in a happy household. I really love being with my family–but we are really competitive. I’m not quite sure how it got started, but no matter what the game is, we all really want to win. I mean we REALLY want to win. some prime examples from childhood include (but are not limited to:
No Bears are Out Tonight
Chutes and Ladders
When we get together now, it only takes about five minutes for a dictionary or encyclopedia to come out, because we’re always talking about etymologies of words, how to pronounce things, what book something was isn, or who said what when. (Last night coming home from the airport we had to call someone to google a quotation. Since I’m a competitive person, I’ll tell you right now that I was right–George Santayana said, “Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it.”) Last summer on the way to my nephew’s wedding I told my brother Paul that I take one enteric aspirin per day. I pronounced it en-TER-ic. He insisted it was EN-ter-ic. When the dictionary indicated I was right, we had to do a test where we asked three pharmacists to say it–he was convinced that health professionals said it his way (wrong!) But I think our competitiveness is usually in good fun. Often there is a bet involved. When I claimed a few weeks ago that our family used to own a Rambler and Paul H. said no, he bet a million billion dollars that he was right.
Guess who owes me a million billion dollars?