“George Washington was born in Michigan.” blurted Grandpa while we were watching a television commercial selling Washington commemorative coins.
I was thirteen and covering that time period in history class, so my memory was still keen.
I corrected him. “No, he was born in Virginia.”
“Oh, well one of those guys was born in Michigan,” he responded.
“One of what guys? Presidents? People involved in the American Revolution?” I prodded.
Looking a bit flustered, he turned away from the TV and looked directly at me.
“You know what your problem is David? You always feel like you have to correct somebody. You think you’re smarter than everyone!”
I waited a moment to let that sink in. Then, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m John.”
“SEE! That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” grandpa proclaimed with a fiery red face.
He died five years later.