One Christmas, my sister and I were playing Trivial Pursuit with our mother. Our sainted mother is many things: intelligent, talented, brave, funny. But even she would admit that she’s not hip. She’s not with it, street-wise, down with the kids. She got all the science and literature questions, but the pop culture questions were proving to be her undoing.
So when she came to the question, “What East Coast rapper was killed as a result of a drive-by shooting in Los Angeles in 1997?”, Big Sis and I both just assumed she wouldn’t know it and moved on to the next turn. Sainted Mother stopped us and said, “Hey, give me a chance. I might know it.” We assured her that she had no chance of getting it right, but she insisted that she wanted at least to try.
So we asked her, and she said, “Oh, is that that Biggie Smalls person?”
Sainted Mother, we will never doubt you again.