A score and a half ago, Uncle Allen handed me some papers which were, at the time, about a century old. An entity based in the state with the Greatest Snow in the World
provided me with some software to save the trees & chicken scratch.
I did so, and that tree, Our Tree, flourished.
The flourishing involved
The facts led me hither & yon. The accuracy of the DNA test for Mabelle's purported grandaughter caused a kerfuffle. Just between you, me & the NSA, in the late 60s, early seventies, two guys sharing a house with a woman and none of them having a fixed bedroom, led to a situation ripe for those wishing to railroad Mr. Jobs out of his company a decade on. Mr. Jobs understood that not everyone is entitled to their own facts, albeit those with money, connections, or both can define facts in the media.
