By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar
My brother Jim forwarded me an email that’s making the over-55 rounds these days. While many of his communiqués are quite pithy in political terms, some, like this one, are more along the lines of “gotcha!”
As the eldest of six siblings, Jim enjoys a kind of rock star status. We see it as within his scope of firstborn influence to say to us, for the most part, whatever he wants and whenever he wants, except in the middle of the night unless we all synchronize our trips to the bathroom. But we are old Thomases. Old Thomases can’t program VCRs, HDTV remotes, iPhones/iPads/ay-yi-yi/Space Patrol Decoders or digital watches, much less synchronize bathroom visits for a time when we’re all awake. (I guess we could all hook up in a conference call – at any given hour one or more of us will be on the way to or on our way back from the potty.)
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