At the time, I wanted to slap him. But by noon, my father had the right consult. By 3 PM, we had a care plan. And by nightfall, I realized something profound:
Liam, on the other hand, grew up outside of Boston. His father (my uncle) married a woman from Connecticut, and they raised Liam in a world of efficiency, sarcasm, and blunt-force honesty. My Only Bitchy Cousin Is a Yankee-Type Guy- The...
Let me paint you a picture. Thanksgiving dinner, 1998. A humid Georgia evening, the scent of pecan pie still clinging to the air, and the sound of college football roaring from the den. Then he walked in. Crisp, collar-popped, talking about "Masshole traffic" and asking where the real coffee was. That was the first time I met my cousin Liam. And within fifteen minutes, I had already mentally filed him under the title that would stick for twenty-six years: My only bitchy cousin is a Yankee-type guy. At the time, I wanted to slap him