5 Holiday Survival Lessons

This is not our ping pong table. Ours is about 30 years old and is in an old, gross, unfinished basement. Mom took all the boxes and seldom-used kitchenware she stores atop it off, got a new net and some new balls, cleared away some big cobwebs and that was it. No one cared that the table was old and the basement was yucky; they all still wanted to play. The oldest and youngest in our group, about 70 years apart in age, had the best time playing each other.