At approximately the time this column is uploaded to the syndicate website, I will be attending the funeral of my Aunt Jean.
I’m sure the eulogist will wax eloquent about heaven, but I want to nominate Aunt Jean to the Babysitter Hall of Fame.
When I was six and my brother Dwight was four, our parents dumped … er, entrusted… us to Aunt Jean while they attended a social event at the local…