Poppaw's Book of Answers
The strange part wasn’t that they didn’t want the book, but that they didn’t remember it.
“I would love his banjo. Some of my earliest memories are of him playing at Square Dancing,” Sherie insisted. My sister was many things. Smart, Ivy League smart, funny, “most likely to become a comedian” funny, successful, the sort that leads to an overheard conversation with her accountant over whether the inheritance would mess up her tax situation this year before we’ve even had a look at the will. One thing she wasn’t? Musically gifted.