I am not witty and don't think of cute pithy sayings. Hence, it is my maiden name. My grandfather fled the Armenian holocaust in 1915 and eventually made his way to the US. We thought that all the other family in Armenia had been killed by the turks. I grew up thinking that there will only eight of us in the world. Then, with the advent of the internet, my brother was doing some sluthing in the early '90s and discovered a whole slew of us out in California and elsewhere. So, we're comparing family stories and becomeing reaquainted.
That's cool!!