Corny and Proud of It

"Yeah, Man!", my Dad used to say, when he was expressing delight, especially about a meal he was about to dive into. My sister Sharon also has been known to say that, and sometimes I hear myself saying it, and immediately think of them, that it is _so_ 'us'. Our family has many little sayings, way of talking, of relating, and little rituals (as opposed to traditions, which we also have...) We would probably be called corny and quaint by many, but those same people probably secretly envy us corny people. They see how happy we can be doing simple things like having a good conversation, breaking bread together, etc. We don't need fancy cars or guns or motorhomes, although the more affluent our family gets, the more junk we _have_ admittedly accumulated. However, I still see very thankfully an acknowledgement, even among the younger generations, of what is truly important: Each other...