Do you cross words? I never knew this was a phrase until five minutes ago. Apparently it’s what crossword puzzle doers ask to see if other people are also crossword puzzle doers. So, do you?
My grandma crossed words. Baba. She is still the coolest person I’ve ever known. She fled her homeland on a train as a child, went to South Africa, Egypt, then grew up in London before moving to DC as a young adult. She met my Grandpa (Misha) in a bookstore in Baltimore. Her accent alone made you feel like you should really know how to brew a proper pot of tea.
I didn’t cross words until recently we figured out that we can cast the NYT crossword puzzle on the tv and it blows up big enough that my over 40 eyes can see it and we can both work on it at the same time. I like it.
I was surprised though that my even tempered, never yells, longest fuse ever husband could complain so much about a person named Will Shortz.
And so, here is a lesson about crosswords and…Will Shortz.
Happy Spelling,
Gigi