Damage Control
Some people in my life have never forgiven me for becoming a journalist. For more than a decade now, I’ve been persona non grata on certain email threads where family members frequently share “news” and “facts” that they have gleaned from the internet. When occasion demanded it — and I’m sorry to say that the occasion often demanded it — I would have to be That Guy. The one who quashed the urban legend. The one who inconveniently provided links to hard evidence. I was the debunker, the skeptic. Or, as some members of my family would have it, the party pooper, the spoilsport. “Don’t make fun of my facts!” a relative once chided me. “It’s not a joke!” I’m not laughing. I’ve never actually made fun of friends and family who…