re: #129 researchok

Actually, my dad had the best way if shutting us up.

When my brother and I were in the back seat at each other’s throats, he’d turn around and bellow. “ONE OF YOU KILL THE OTHER! I DON’T CARE WHICH! GET IT DONE AND KEEP QUIET!”

We’d be docile for about 100 miles.

ah, the joys of being an only child, with an only child… .