Nobody I know

For my sister Mildred’s 50th wedding anniversary, our clan is gathering in Fort Wayne this summer. Happily influenced by my siblings, from whom I keep learning, I dedicate this column to my sister and brother-in-law by detailing for others what our family calls “Mildred’s law.”

Of course, this requires some background. My lead is from a recent issue of Sports Illustrated in which Steve Rushin wrote about pro-wrestling fans. He describes them as weird and wild. Then he asks: “Who exactly are pro-wrestling fans? They’re certainly legion: Three of the top 10-rated programs on cable television are wrestling shows, and WWF superstars . . . have two of the top 10 books on the New York Times best-seller list. Of course Celine Dion has sold 100 million albums, and I don’t know a soul who owns one of them. Wrestling poses a similar paradox.”

 

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