About a week ago, I was sitting at Sir Pizza in Murfreesboro, Tennessee eating -- what else? -- pizza, when it occured to me that there were four generations sitting there at the table. There was Willette and her mother, plus her brother and sister-in-law, our grandson, Chris and his parents, and me. Four generations. We ranged from 88 to 15 years old. Good pizza, too.

Anybody else had a four generation lunch lately?
Five?
Howard