Merry Christmas!

Christmas eve at the Bestor house was dedicated to Dad's 90th birthday. The whole clan was together - all the sons, daughters and grandchildren, something that doesn't happen very often. My sister, Leslie, had devised a game of Jeopardy for us to play.

With categories such as childhood and professional life we took turns asking trivia questions about our illustrious father's life.

The winning prize? Bragging rights, of course. What a delight to learn new things about Dad and our family and hear stories we hadn't heard ever (for the grandkids) or in a long time (for the brothers and sisters). It's always fun to hear the different perspectives about the same story. One brother's memory from the infamous bike trip of 1972 from Alabama to Massachusetts was quite different from another brother's.

It was a lot of fun, full of arguments, exasperation and laughter. We finished off the evening with cake, naturally. (For those of you who may be musicians, yes, we did notice that the staff has six lines instead of five.)