Put your name on it
One day The 747, the youngest of our five grandsons, told my wife how much he loves the game table on which he and she enjoy working jigsaw puzzles. It is relatively new and cleverly made, with drop-leaf sides and internal storage for the four wooden folding chairs that go with it. It had belonged to my wife’s mother, initially passed to a sister, then came to us. “Put your name on it,” Honey told her grandson. “After I die, it’s yours.” That’s the way it works in our family. In yours, too, probably. You actually don’t have to take a Sharpie and write your name on the ...