When we Marty kids were in grade school, we entered any contest that pointed toward a prize. During those Great Depression years, we would have experienced great elation if we’d won even a bauble. But not then nor in any subsequent years of my life have I won a contest.
So deep were the childhood wounds inflicted on me by those who were better than I at writing 50 words on “I like Rice Krispies because . . .” that I have seldom entered contests during my adult life. We Martys are now so given over to the hermeneutics of suspicion that we don’t even open the envelopes from Publishers Clearing House that shout, “Mr. and Mrs. Marty You Have Absolutely Positively Won $2 Million Dollars!” Who wants to win so much without even having made an effort?