CHECK YOUR MIRRORS

Thank you, Eleanor Roosevelt I come from a family of fans. We are sports fans, music fans, history fans. Sometimes we fan family, as with our beloved Uncle Clifton who just turned 95. By fans, I mean passionately-consumed-and-verging-on-stalking fans. It's not as scary as it sounds because we make fun of each other and our various objects of fandom. My brother Scotty latched on to the Beatles…