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It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was leaving town for the Shwartz family Christmas in less than 48 hours. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my family. But more than one relative of mine has a screw or two loose. I can’t nail down exactly what it is…maybe the melancholy German genes in us, or the knack for addictions, or the tendency to fly off the handle. Whatever it is, though, it always makes for interesting get-togethers.

Take my father for example. At 72, he’s as sharp as a tack. Once a member of Mensa and a key player in Air Force Intelligence during the Cold War, now he spends his time renovating an old bed & breakfast. I’m not talking about touching up some paint here and there either. I’m talking about laying floorboards, putting up drywall, rewiring electricity. That type of thing.

My mom on the other hand is a little bit wired. Hailing from England,she drinks a lot of tea. That seems to keep her pretty perky and also annoyingly positive. If anyone had a god given right to be named “Pollyanna,” it would be my mother.I appreciate her good humor, but she can make my sisters fly off the handle.