… that it was no wonder I was an avid reader: books made more sense than what I encountered at home. My parents insisted there was no God and would give me all the proof in the defense of their belief all the time. Yet my grandma talked about God all that same time, I mean, she referred to him as if He unquestionably existed. In the middle of everything, Grandpa would wisely say, ‘Nobody really knows anything. Let’s just eat, drink, and enjoy life.’ He was Greek, and he definitely knew how to eat, drink, and enjoy life all day.