The 501

HANABA MUNN WELCH Gawrsh! Why not Faulkner? Some parents tamper with the truth. Mine gave me the straight scoop — nearly always. My mother generally told me more than I wanted to know. She was all about teaching me stuff. Except, she let me think flyspecks were fly eggs, until I pressed her on the issue. Similarly, Mother was evasive when I asked her about the text balloons above the heads…