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Something that drives kinfolks and friends crazy is that I’m picky. Sorry, but I’ve always been that way, nitpicking on matters big or small and at times – according to those who have my number – on nothing worth worrying about.

I remember, based upon reminders from my closest kin, the time my nitpicking nearly broke up a family reunion, a rare gathering of Daddy’s side, the Joneses from the Lufkin area, with Mother’s side,  the Nelsons from Nacogdoches. The Nelsons were more gregarious and bonded so I knew them better. And they knew and accepted me for what I was – an annoying, picky kid. Few things I did or said could surprise the extroverted Nelsons while the introverted Joneses just didn’t get me.   

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