“Your uncle is a fool!”, or so wrote one of my “super fans” last month—in rather poor handwriting I must say. In fairness to my uncle, my super fan’s point was not about him, but rather that I am a fool just like my uncle.
My wife, Lina, hates onions. Now I know a lot of people who prefer not to have too much onion, avoid raw onion or can only handle a little bit of it. But my wife hates them. She avoids them like the plague.