This is a photo of my old man and Aunt Julie. She's actually my Great Aunt, but everyone calls her "Aunt Julie." That includes her nephews, her grandnephews, her great-grandnephews, the neighbors, the local cops, and so on. My old man told me the other day that she's been praying for me.

In that case, these guys are lucky that I don't gamble.

In all honesty, it's moving that she'd take a moment out of her day to think about me. I'm not positive on her exact age, but I'm pretty sure that this guy was in the White House when she was born. Her memory is something to behold. In the image above, she's going over some old photos with my father. The names and dates and places that she can recall have always amazed me.

The ability to retrieve small, seemingly insignificant bits of information is a huge asset in my career. I know that any talent that I have in that area comes from Aunt Julie's side of the family.

She's something else. And while rumors that the Pope has her on speed-dial are false, the Vatican refused to confirm or deny reports that her canonization papers are already filed.