I was once the first cousin, many times removed, of MacBeth, as in Shakespeare. That lasted for a couple of months. I have been descended from Charlemagne, and a distant cousin of Queen Elizabeth II, more times than I can count. Oh, and we had a wonderful visit to Shrewsbury, England, and drove out in the countryside to see the family castle, only to discover in the Shrewsbury library the next day that it wasn't really ours. It's always fun while it lasts and when you disprove the relationship, it's a bittersweet mixture of loss and virtue. Perhaps our theme song can be, "A Cousin is a Sometime Thing." (Sorry, we just saw the Baltimore Symphony do "Porgy and Bess" last weekend!) Fortunately, being an 8th cousin once removed of President Obama through his Maryland ancestor Richard Cheney has stuck.