My official biographers

I’m sitting here after Thanksgiving dinner, listening to WCK and my niece, who are sitting under a makeshift tent very slowly writing a story. The story goes something like this: “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Karen, and she had a little sister who was very naughty. The sister would steal all of her toys. And one day the sister ate all of the cookies and she got in trouble. The end.”

Wow. That was painstakingly researched and 100 percent accurate.