(With apologies to James Dixon, wherever he may be.)
I suppose I need to write this for the Dixonians out there, as I expect you to come out of the woodwork in short order. I dislike typing the same thing over and over, so here’s a blanket statement to Dixonians:
I don’t engage in online tomfoolery. Over a quarter-century ago, I learned the futility of it. You see, I knew James Dixon. If you want to know the details of Dixon’s infamy, I point you to his section in my professional Web site’s The Hall Of Forgotten Fanac.
I was reading this when an interesting thought hit me:
On my paternal side, all the blood relatives from my grandparents down to my daughters’ second cousins, are currently alive and reasonably healthy. My grandparents (now nearing their nineties) suffer from any number of age-related afflictions, but they show no signs of going anywhere any time soon.
On my maternal side, all the blood relatives from my mother’s generation down to my daughters’ second cousins are all currently alive and healthy.
This is the most awesome thing I’ve seen: