My father in law is a lawyer. As such he tends to be a very good debater, and is rather forceful in his arguments. In other words, when he talks I basically listen. As I’ve pointed out to my wife, “Your dad is a defense attorney, and defense attorneys don’t win cases by saying Hmm, you know, you’ve got a point there, I never really thought of it that way.” Anyway, we’re hanging out in the pool over the weekend and discussing family trips to Disneyworld. I point out that there’s lots of other places in the world I still want to see, such as, “Going to England to do the whole Shakespeare thing.” “There’s a Shakespeare theatre in Connecticut,” he counters. “You can go down there, see the recreation of the Globe, all that stuff.” “Not good enough,” I said. “I’d want to visit the church where he’s buried.” “Where somebody is buried,” he said. “They don’t even know who he was.” Pause. Disbelief. I’m sorry, did my father in law just say what I think he did? “I’m confused,” said my mother-in-law. “I thought Shakespeare was Shakespeare.” “They think that some nobleman of the time wrote everything,” he continued, “And just signed the name Shakespeare.” “You’re probably thinking of the Earl of Oxford,” I said, “And there are just as many theories that it was Francis Bacon or even Queen Elizabeth. ” Mother-in-law : “So there’s no such person as Shakespeare?” Father-in-law : “Not really.” “Not true,” I said, “There most definitely was an actor named Will Shakespeare, he was born in Stratford and is buried there. We know that. The question is whether there’s evidence that he wrote the plays. People believe that because there’s no evidence of his education that he couldn’t possibly have written was most people consider the greatest literature of the last 400 years. You don’t really want to get into this with me.” I then gave my mother in law a crash course in Shakespearean history while my father in law got bored and hung out in the pool. Man, I enjoyed that. Beats the holy heck out of arguing about George Bush any day.